That's the only time he'll jump into the bed with me. When he's needy and upset. This time it was because the man of the house was gone. It took 2 1/2 weeks of him being gone before he would jump into bed.
Milo's on the lookout though, now that he knows he can see out the window.
Labels: Day in the Life
We're enjoying summer again here in San Jose. 80 degrees and sunny, sunny, sunny. This is the first time I've been to King's Head and not been cold, and the first time I've been and played pool (I didn't win not one game).
Labels: Day in the Life
This past Saturday was my Mom's birthday, so in traditional fashion, we celebrated all weekend long, starting Friday night in Campbell.
Saturday we
blissed out in SF and wandered up to Union Square and the new
Westfield Shopping Centre. I didn't realize it was new at the time, I just remembered I had heard a lot about it on the news (obviously not letting any of it sink in) and thought we should check it out.
Sunday was spent in Sausalito, enjoying the fall weather, wrapped in a scarf and jacket. I'm not sure how we can spend so long in such a small area, but we always manage to kill a lot of time here. As we rested waterfront, we watched a guy stack stones, large ones on small ones, unbelievable...
And Monday -- well Monday was more shopping. At home this time, in San Jose. Then the celebration was over, as the fam climbed back aboard the plane to head back to Tennessee. A pretty uneventful but enjoyable weekend. It's nice to slow down and take a break from life.
Labels: Day in the Life
I'm not sure how I would feel about a fish watching me while I eat caviar and sashimi. Would he be judging me?
I see you eating my brothers!! What possesses someone to even come up with such a display? And wonder how long these fish live? How many times a day do they witness their own being eaten? Is he traumatized by this? What if he ends up belly up by the end of the meal? Do I just eat him too? Is he served to the next customer? Or is he supposed to be uber-fresh sashimi, slippery-slidy down my throat?
I stumbled upon this entree on
Tsar Nicoulai Caviar's website. I probably would order this, though. 1) Just to see if I can answer my questions above, and 2) I love ahi tuna sashimi and, 3) Ginger Infused Whitefish Caviar sounds delicious.
Labels: Observances
It was another movie night for me, with another classic -
The Wizard of Oz. I love the movie, and I love the book. I just wish they had put the china-land into the movie. If I ever continue with the postcards series, that will be the next image.
Again, as I watched the movie, I couldn't help but think how it would have been so different today. I guess I just wonder if any of the movies that are made today will become classics. I doubt it - very few at least.
If
The Wizard of Oz were made today, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Lion couldn't have just gotten along. One of them would have had to be the outcast that the others made smarmy comments to. Toto would have worn a t-shirt with "Bitch" on it, or some other tongue-and-cheek saying. Instead of the opening scene in Oz being plastic flowers and painted backgrounds, it would have been a multi-million dollar background complete with computer-generated effects, that in the end would have been the focus instead of leaving it on Judy Garland. And munchkins -- well, that would have been politically incorrect or insensitive I'm sure. I'm not sure how that would have changed, but I'm sure it would have.
Sometimes simpler is better.
Labels: Observances
I curl up on the couch and settle in to watch a movie. A couple of nights ago it was
Gentleman Prefer Blondes, a favorite of mine for obvious reasons -- well, maybe not. I'm blonde, I like old movies, especially those done in technicolor, and I love Marilyn Monroe.
It is a rather cheesy movie, but it makes me laugh. While I was watching it I came to realize just how much the ideal body shape has changed over the years. Believe me, I've never been a proponent of the whole "you should love your body as it is" movement. You should try to stay slim, look nice, be healthy, not get fat, etc.
But if you compare Marilyn or Jane Russell to any of the "famous" actresses of today, wow. They look like skeletons. At what point did skeletons become sexy? Or, at what point did curvy Marilyn become fat?
I've sat on this stool a lot this year. Sitting this low in the kitchen gives me a different perspective.
I've spent a lot of time on this stool crying this year too. When my cousin died, when my great-grandmother died, and when I found out my grandmother was in the hospital. Something about being low to the ground was better than sitting on the couch, staring at electronics. Plus, my dog can reach me a lot easier at the stool level.
Despite the fact the stool is constantly in the way (the boyfriend and I stub our toes and knock our shins on it often) and it's not the best stool for reaching high into the cabinets (it teeter-totters very easily) the stool remains. It's somewhat of a comfort, like having a blankey.
I like sitting on it on good days too, not just to cry. Sitting, staring at the beige-ness of the kitchen. It can be slighly surreal. Or just sitting and talking to the boyfriend as he cleans up dishes and such. It's my kitchen island.
My mom bought this stool for me when I first moved to Kansas City. I needed something to sit my radio on in the bathroom. In my last apartment I used it to grab sweaters from the top of my closet.
My stool reminds me of the one at my grandmother's house, I believe it was my uncle's. It was a little red stool, slightly more stable than mine, and it had a little story about the red stool on top. I don't remember exactly what it said -- it may have alluded to kids using it to reach the sink to brush their teeth.
Labels: Reminiscences
