yesterday . . .

was a very good day in the cave.  I am one year older and had fun getting there.  Lots of chocolate.  Family.  Well wishes.  Gifts.  Homemade cards. 

and a cat in a box:

nothing better than a kitten in a box.  except maybe two kittens in a box.  maybe three.
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POD 9.12.11:

4.84

things that drift past in the sky . . .

Joanie was taking a well deserved "plum lazy" day today so I took off hoofing it on my own.  I had just decided my route when I looked up in the air and saw something odd wafting in the breeze slightly south of me.  Since I still have not gotten my prescription updated, who knows what it was . . .  but I was in hot pursuit.  Curiosity you know.  This was my first shot . . . please excuse the blurriness but who expected my iPhone would be used to chase UFOs:

 

of course I started speculating.  green men from space.  tiny dirigibles.  heat seeking radar.  

a flying fish.  a NASA mission gone astray.  

But finally after chasing it through two neighborhoods, it was evident that it was dropping lower and lower and would finally land within my reach.  And it would have too, if it hadn't hit the trees first.

 OK, so much for my espionage theories.  But it was fun to chase.  And someone, somewhere, is very sad to have lost their Mylar balloons.  

2.49 UFO chasing miles.

3.46 Saturday

good day in the cave . . .

* I dropped the 9TS off at the gym for his first visit in over six weeks.  He didn't go to work out, he went to spend some time with his gym rat buds.  Hooray!

*The pool guy came to check the leaking pump.  It was only a worn o-ring.  My pocketbook was very happy.

*Half my house is spotless.  Christine needed a jack hammer and a power hose.

*And the best?  Are you ready???  We went to Carrabba's for dinner!!!  The 9TS couldn't eat much and in truth, just took me because I was missing it so much.  But the BEST part was seeing our Jen again, and Christina, Hope, Jessica and Amber.  Almost as good as being home.

*Shot of the day:

*4.88

*it was a very good day . . . 

oh no she didn't . . .

This afternoon, I washed the linens, removed the duvet from the comforter and washed it.  I had just finished replacing the clean, fresh sheets when Ninja jumped on the bed and did one of those horrible drag your butt across the sheets routines.   If you've ever had a dog or a cat, you know exactly what I am talking about.  And of course that meant stripping the bed a second time and back to wash/rinse/dry. 

Well, I guess I would do the same thing if I had a hair stuck in my butt.  I know, TMI.

Speaking of hair . . .  Kidlet headed out for a trim while she was home this weekend.  She popped back in with her hoodie up???   Seems the trim got a little shorter, especially when her favorite hair cutter mentioned if they took it just a couple inches shorter, she would have the required 10" for Locks of Love.  Yay, Kidlet!!!!!   I am so proud of you.

Ninja, not so much.

4.91 or maybe it was 4.81 my brain has a tendency to slip.  And definitely cooler this morning.  YAY!!!

my intentions were good . . .

I set my alarm clock.  I got dressed and outside ready to walk without the benefit of my sidekick and splat.  It's raining.  Not nice Mother Nature.  I am trying to be good.   But look what she left me instead:

Thank you MN, I needed that. 

catching up . . .

Saturday:  5.56   and there was . . . dare I say it . . . a hint of less heat in the air.  OK, so fall won't find its way to Florida for another month, but when it comes, it is glorious!!!

Sunday:  3.79.   after yesterday's march, we opted for something short and sweet in the minimal two mile range until the 9TS looked at me plaintively and asked for two chocolate covered donuts . . . he is after all, a retired cop.  No problemo.   Duncan Donuts is right down the street . . . a tad over a mile.  Easy peasy.  Until I realized I had forgotten that they had moved.  Sigh.  But, anything for my sloth, and Joanie was a terrific sport.  Tomorrow we are taking the day off and sleeping in.

Monday:  0.00  YAY!!!  It's hot and muggy outside, but I am inside and not.

Tuesday:   6:30 a.m.   Bang!  Crash! Splat!  The three of us head out running.  There in the kitchen lays Kidlet's flowers one more time . . .  sprawled across the kitchen table.  Wetness abounds.  The salt shaker intact but contents spilled . . . R.I.P. the pepper shaker, it did not survive the mass destruction.  The paper napkin holder was sprawled on one chair, a place mat on another, napkins aflutter.  Bear is running quickly in the opposite direction  . . .  Pippin quivering on the stairs.  Hum!!!

Good thing today is yoga and lunch day.  God bless Ativan.

HOME SWEET HOME . . .

let me say that again:   HOME, HOW I MISSED YOU, SWEET HOME!!!!

The good news is we are back.  The bad news is, the 9TS's symptoms are too.  Who packed them in the car when we pulled out of Moffitt.  TAKE THEM BACK!!!!  Unbelievable.  Un*%#^$*&#believable.  Hopefully today will be better.  Please, whoever is taking note . . .  my husband is a good man, he doesn't deserve this.

OK, that was my rant for the day.  Let's get to the better stuff:

*Kidlet left us a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter with a sweet note written on a paper towel underneath.  I was kind of surprised it made it all week unscathed.  Turns out it didn't.  Joanie, my beloved cat sitter came in on day two to find it tipped over and water everywhere.  She hung the note to dry and refilled the thermos my enterprising kidlet had used as a vase.  It stayed upright after that.  Please note all eyes are on Pippin!!!!

 *Kidlet brought me a huge supply of turtles from a candy shoppe up north.  I ate half of them.  YUMMO!

*3.90 miles this morning.  The wild turkeys were loose again.  They kept their distance and were traveling full steam ahead.  Well, as fast as I think a turkey can run.  Who knows.  Do you?

*We found these adorable little 'shrooms tucked under a bush:

and yes, I am still in love with my hipstamatic app!

*Bear took my leaving the hardest.  While he came out for Joanie, his nose was definitely out of joint with me.  He hid under the bed until midnight last night.  This morning he has finally forgiven me and is tucked back under my arm where he should be:

 The End.