Day One Hundred Forty Three 2011

I've been waiting two years for this sight. Public works people began paving my street this afternoon. They tore it up moving water meters off the sidewalks and into the yards, digging up huge holes in the street. The holes were patched, leaving us with an ugly, bumpy road, and sad to say, that's how most of the roads are in our hilly little town. Good things come to those who wait, the saying goes. Must be true. Woo Hoo!

Day One Hundred Forty Two 2011

Got together with my coffeehouse peeps this afternoon at Poet's On The Square. We enjoyed some tasty drinks (too tasty in some cases) and shared some laughs and brought grand daughter Shelby to tears discussing our dearly departed beloved pets. We learned some important facts: never blow dry a hamster or overfeed a goldfish (unless you want it to explode). We never know where our conversations are going to take us. Always a good time here with this bunch. I especially needed the laughs. We'll do it again soon, I hope.

Day One Hundred Forty One 2011

The Life And Times Of Good Cat Buddy ~ 1997-2011

Day One Hundred Forty 2011

Grandson Elijah says, "It's staring at me."

Cicadas are creepy little buggers with their red staring eyes. They have hatched in our yard, and they are all over everything.

They seemed to like the hostas this morning. This afternoon, they had all flown away, shrieking their mating call. I'll be glad when they be gone.

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Wishing my brother in law, Don Foy, a very happy FIFTIETH birthday today!! We enjoyed his celebration tonight. Those burgers he grilled were awesome! Jane's Jell-O cake was to die for, especially topped off with Don's homemade whipped cream. YUM! Thanks again for having us over for eats and birthday festivities. Good times, great family! Here's to the next fifty, right, Don?

Day One Hundred Thirty Nine 2011

Hubby Neil and I are 38 years old today. So to speak. We were wed on this date in 1973. We have no idea how so much time slipped by us and at the same time carried us along with its passing. He surprised me with this beautiful bouquet this afternoon. We made a pact many years ago--no gifts, but cards are welcome. We leave cards for each other all over the house on this day each year. He broke the rule, but that's OK. He does have romantic bones in his body. So here we are, still here, happily putting up with each other. I think they call that love.