When I was at the beach I was amazed at the high number of paddlers with a dog on board. Many dogs of all sizes, some with life jackets and some without. Many looked to be having fun and several were clearly sad, scared and stressed. There was not a single cat; cats get to take a pass on their owners enthusiasms. Non-compliant every time.
I remember hating to go to bed as a child. Couldn’t I just stay up a little bit more? I’m still like this, needing to be told to go to bed. My face clearly showing I’m gone but holding on anyway afraid to miss something. I’m never in a hurry to meet up with my pal sleep. I know sleep will always come to visit. I’m lucky in that way.
For the wonderful Miss E,
This dog is knitting up some love on your birthday. Have a Fantastic day!
This bear is inspired by my afternoon at the beach. Beaches are not just for swimming and relaxing. They are prime real estate for selfies. Who knew.
The Monster of Middle Age: Revenge of the swimsuit.
This monster comes around to mock you on beach day. Those lovely vintage swimsuits you adore so much, well they don’t have much give in them. Get out the stretchy one, it’s more comfortable anyway.
Did I tell you how much I love ice cream. It’s Saturday and I’m spending the day on my bike, so there is definitely a cone in my future.
I saw a young girl this morning who had on wonderful mouse ears. They were amazing, completely covered in silver sparkles. That little girl had the right idea.
It’s Friday Darlings, bring out your sparkle!
I’ve been busy working on a project. It’s been getting most of my attention. Happily I had one of those small breakthroughs that come unexpectedly. A few weeks into a project I’ll take my victories where I can. Feeling accomplished I celebrated by dancing in my kitchen. Accompanied only by the worried looks of the dog. Mid hustle the door bell rang. In the months I’ve lived here the door bell has never rung. I looked out the window to see who was at the door. Was it my self-consciousness made manifest? Nope just a lost soul, much like me, looking to find her way in the world.
Wouldn’t it be great if cats ruled the subways and buses. Then no one would have the expectation that seats are to be shared equally with care and consideration afforded to all commuters. Cats would just spread out finding the most comfortable way to their destinations, completely oblivious to those around them. Not unlike the average day on not so rapid transit.
This dog is commuting, equipped with head phones, travel mug, briefcase and a slight expression of dread, he epitomizes the urban worker. Shame on me for anthropomorphizing the drudgery of modern life.