*Open front door, hoping that will stave off the inevitable for a bit. Not for long. Cadence: “No way am I going to poop in MY GARDEN. That would just be gross.”
Breakfast. Yum. Waffle with berries and whipped cream. Did you say whipped cream? Yes, I said whipped cream. At Martha’s with Cristina. Healthy chicken apple sausage in compensation.
*Saved my coffee ration for Peet’s though.
- Parade down Manhattan Beach Boulevard. Silly hats. Smiling kids.
- Paid parking tickets. $53 to Hermosa Beach. $48 to Manhattan Beach. (saved the 44 cent stamp on the MB one by dropping fine into payment box at the library.)
- Dog walk #2.
- At library: requested:
* ice cream. Can ice cream be lunch? What the heck, this is my blog and I can call ice cream lunch. So, lunch. In a waffle bowl.
*Movie: “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close”. I read the novel by Jonathan Safran Foer when it came out. Since the genius is the language from the boy’s stream-of-unusual-consciousness, I thought, how the dickens are they going to make that into a movie? Quite wonderfully is the answer, although be aware of an attack of the sads. They should pass out tissues with the movie tickets. The insights come packaged in kid-sized ways. “If the sun exploded it would be eight minutes until we knew anything was wrong.” Oskar’s goal is to extend that eight minutes between his father’s death and when he’s got to accept it….
*Dog walk #3. Oh, and they get to eat too.
* Pastel painting. New art form for me. Always trying new things.
* Next up, dinner….and then attacking the closet….It’s better if clothes go back on their hangers, even if I’m often too lazy or harried to do it at the time—see above about dogs wanting to go out NOW.
Besides, if I tell you I’m going to hang up my clothes, I actually have to do it!