Well, good morning.
It’s almost ten on Sunday morning, and it’s gorgeous. The house is mostly tidy, the coffee is made, Lala is still sleeping. I have Clara on the floor of my yarn room washing her paws, Willie sitting next to me, and Waylon lying on my chair-arm, looking out the window. Someone is playing hip-hop, but it’s good stuff, a bluesy, slow, sad sounding hip-hop, and it’s good to hear coming through the morning sun. I had vegemite toast for breakfast. My throat hurts, suddenly, in a new place, which worries me, since I’m still on the antibiotics, but I’m hoping for the best and gargling with vinegar and salt water, and using echinacea/beejelly spray from Chinatown.
We’re having a musician-type party tonight (if you weren’t invited, I’m sorry! I forgot! If you know where I live you should come, and I mean it), and I’m studiously Not Stressing about it. I will spend an hour cleaning later, a little polish and vacuuming, making sure the dog couches are sit-able, and then I won’t worry about it. In the past, I’ve always stressed about the state of the house, and then I realize two hours into the party that there are black tracks on the kitchen floor where everyone has been walking through spilled, melted ice, and I finally realize NO ONE cares as long as your house doesn’t smell like animals. Too much, that is. Tonight it will smell like crab cakes and barbequed chicken, so again, not too worried about it.
I *do* have to do my toenails. Stat.
And because I have to go do those toes, I’ll throw a few more pics at you.
You all seem to like the sepia, so here are a couple more.
From La’s birthday. We were in the City, at an Irish pub.
And one more of those you like, because you all make me feel pretty:
And you know WHY sepia rules? Because it hides things like the fact that I hadn’t done my hair yet (I have now):
Hi! You see that line of WHITE hair right next to Lala’s white hair? In the part? Click for big if you don’t believe me. I’m 34, and left natural, my hair would be mostly grey. Dude. Nuh-uh. (Also, I must be goosing Lala. That’s it.)
And for all you darlings who left me the most wonderful comments about my friend Bob, a shot of him and me at my wedding. Thank you.
I’m so glad he was there. And I’m so glad YOU’RE here. (I feel like I’m channeling Mr. Rogers. I shall go change my cardigan.) But really, I am. I hope you have a lovely, sunny day, and that it’s not too hot (hate the hot) and that you love someone up today.
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