I used to have a cat. He came from a pet store, and had a red ribbon around his neck that day because he was a present. I had never had a pet before, and I worried about everything he did and didn’t do. He was so small, so fuzzy, and so adorable. I wanted him to grow up to be strong, so I named him Tiger.
Dude, you have two heads!
P may not like that I am using this image, but this is really what today was all about. Getting home from NH, and calling his doctor…
After consulting with a book “Best Hikes With Dogs: New Hampshire & Vermont”, we decided to go hiking on Mt Willard. The book said it was “moderate” and 3-4 hours round trip.
The word “retreat” sounds kind of old-fashioned but it conveys the sense of being pampered. This is an annual event where my work place takes its employees and their family members to a weekend getaway in New Hampshire. Total number of people is over 3000, and we occupy 4 or 5 resorts there for the weekend.
At our regular night-walk park, we saw from afar two people practicing fire batons. I so wanted to go near them and watch. It was beautiful. Both the lines that fire made in the darkness, and the movement of the people.
Due to some stupid ordering mistakes on my end, I have two new summer hats now. I won’t be returning either one of them because I like them both. It’s good to be an adult sometimes. I can do an unreasonable thing like this and nobody scolds me.
I wish this heat would just quit.
Our friend P.M. is leaving this town to go back to her home country in a week and half. Ever since she decided to leave, people have been trying to spend more time with her, and she has been making an effort to do the same with everybody. It has been impossible to get a hold of her if you try to have any 1:1 time.
That’s what little V said to P. “Throw the ball at me!”. Since the ball was quite light and squishy soft, P complied. V sat there and smiled and took the ball on her forehead and asked for more.
A friend of mine, with his girlfriend, purchased a 100-year old house in the town of Medford a while ago. Since then, they have been working on the house, every weekend. Medford (pronounced “Meffa” by the locals) is a blue collar town and they scored this humongous house with a humongous backyard for an unbelievable price.
It was as if the sky was celebrating the end of the week. Those were some amazing colors.