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Our Tank.
He's still a big guy, despite this latest round of weight
loss. Aging isn't kind, and his joints have slowed him
down, but he's so affectionate. The tendency to always
be on-the-go is strong, and it's good to be reminded
to slow down, and make a lap.
He even makes Mr Fuzzypants slow down, occasionally.
It's a powerful influence he has.
It's been a week. Between Little e's birthday (10!) and
the bombing and its aftermath in Boston, my emotions
have had an aeorbic workout.
It's been more than twenty years since my crosscountry
move from Boston to the Pacific Northwest, but this
week has reminded me of how much of my childhood
in Cambridge I carry with me. The tones, words,
and accents on the news are familiar to my ears. I've
known these people, and I feel such a tangle of deep
emotions for them.
Yet, as those events continue to reveal themselves, it
is my younger girl's birthday, and our days have been
full of M&M covered cake, gifts, and birthday treats.
As I said, it's been a week.
We are having beautiful, interesting days. It's the
sort of weather that rewards waking in the morning,
because that's when the lovely, gentle sunlight visits.
By the time Big E wakes up, the sun is gone and the
clouds are back.
I like these intermittent days. Sun, cloud, rain, followed
by glints of light or blue sky. It's never boring, never
predictable, never something to be taken for granted.
Of course, the weather report reduces these mixed
days to frowny faced rain clouds. So much complication
boiled down to a base symptom. It reminds me of living
with a young teen. Up, down, and in-between, so
much going on, and what a shame to define this time
to one element. Wake up early and be patient, it's
interesting weather.
Years ago, I planted this lilac as a wee bundle of sticks.
This is the first year it has bloomed in a way that I felt
able to take a cutting without denuding it.
I did once know it's name, and I assume if I looked in
my notes I could find it again, but I can't be bothered.
I love how large and double the blossoms are. It looks
so lush and lovely. The fragrance is wonderful, but not
overwhelming.
I've chanced Big E's allergies and brought my little
clipping inside. I set it on the window ledge in the kitchen.
If he avoids washing dishes, I don't think it should
bother him. In the meantime, I have a subtle sweetness
to enjoy while I do my kitchen chores.
On a glorious day, Sweet G and I undertook a fierce and
frightening mission.
Past the realm of tall buildings and officer goers we
wandered, until at last we found...
the far away place where macarons grow like wildflowers.
In truth, we braved Downtown in search of new jeans
and new walking shoes. Honestly, I'd rather hunt up
a few dragons than try on jeans under those horrid
fluorescent lights, but we were in need.
After a successful mission (two pairs of new jeans each,
plus shoes! Huzzah!), we celebrated with a well earned
lunch.
This lead to an earnest conversation about our mutual
need to go to Paris... another mission for another (yet
to be determined) day. Sigh.