a better day . . .

good lunch. with good friends. and time to play:

credits:  paper, word art, overlay, masks, boat, stitches: anna aspnes.

irrationality . . .

today is/was an angry day.  rationally, i know my sloth didn't leave me on purpose.  i know it wasn't his choice, but i am mad.  really. really.  mad.  i want my old life back.  i want the company of the sloth. i want to giggle at his silly jokes.  i want to hold his hand.  i want to see his goofy smile.  i want to see him snoozing in his chair.  i miss him and i hate that he left me. 

food glorious food . . .

it really is a good thing i walk five miles, four times a week.  it is the only way i can eat the way i want.  so after trudging through the woods this morning i got cleaned up and headed out to lunch with friends.  rooftop no less.  yup every one of the 37 steps:

Greek!  even better, although leave it to me to order panko fish and chips at a Greek restaurant when everyone else is ordering stuffed spinach and veggie gyros.  will, i never learn?  But the truth be told, my first choice was baked goat cheese in marinara sauce with warm chiabatta bread.  Unfortunately, no marinara today. 

and after a few hours of R&R, i decided to head to my own kitchen for dinner.  on tap?  BBQ flat bread with spinach, mexican cheese and chopped tomatoes:

slurp!

i yam what i eat.

and now i yam off to play with a kit i downloaded this morning . . .

one ringy dingy . . .

this is Florida,  i realize that.  bug heaven.  and like most sane Floridians, i have a yearly slay the bug service.  it is time.  i can tell.

last night pippin danced on the ironing board trying to chase an errant bug up and down the wall.  she caught  it at one point but being still quite young herself, didn't know what to do with the creature trapped in the fur under her paw.  as soon as she let up the pressure, the bug was off and running, pippin in as hot pursuit as possible, considering the confines of the ironing board.

i went back to my book, soon to be, once again interrupted.  pippin was dancing on the long bureau, head tipped back at an odd angle, chirping her little i see another bug song. and sure enough she had found another ant on the wall.  i watched her antics for awhile before shoving my nose back into James Patterson's verbiage. 

This morning, the beasties woke me up en masse to be fed.  i stumbled into the bathroom where i keep their golden nuggets of crunchiness and having divvied them out, hobbled back into bed for a little more snooze time . . . until mother nature decided to call and back i wobbled into the loo.

i was sitting there, well, doing my thing when i felt the visage of eyes upon me.  cut me a break. still no alone time with the porcelain goddess?  surveying my surroundings, my eyes swept the floor, walls and finally the ceiling and there it was, some rare eighteen eyed bug, hanging precariously from the popcorn just above my head. i could not flee. i was, as they say, trapped like a rat. glued by necessity to the throne of glory.  he looking down, me looking up.  gah!

praying that he had extremely strong legs, i hurried my business and launched myself horizontally across the width of the bathroom.  grabbing a wad of toilet paper, i snatched that creepy periplaneta and thrust him head first into the recently occupied bowl of death and flushed.

yes, my year is up, it is time to call the bug man.

matanzas inlet . . .

credits: stitching: anna aspnes, tags: katie pertiet, push pin: kitty designs, frame: rhonna farrer, masks: something blue studio.

out of the cave . . .

and on an adventure.  robin and i headed to Matanzas Inlet by way of Paul Baliker's studio, walked the beaches and noshed.  stunning day.  a truly stunning day.  the water was so blue it looked like the Caribbean.  i may have forgotten my phone but i remembered my camera.  here are some of the highlights:

Paul Baliker is known for his drift wood carvings but has recently started casting:

 his more traditional works are totally amazing:

please click on his link an see the most amazing pieces, in really good light.  wow!

and back in the car, we headed to the inlet.  shoes off, toes in the water.  sun shining. color me thankful to walk with a good friend.

 this next one is straight out of the camera.  amazing.

 something set off the birds:

and then we ate.  as usual, i was so hungry, i forgot to get some shots.  sigh.

after picking up my car at Robin's, i drove down along the ocean with the top down, thinking just how lucky i am to live where i do, to have such good friends, to remember to be thankful.

it has been two months.  the lord giveth and the lord taketh away.  i need to remember all that is given.

the twilight zone . . .

what an odd day.

i woke up very early.  4:50 to be exact.  dripping wet.  soaked.  i had opened all the windows last night relishing the fact that i would get to sleep in 49 degree temperatures for probably the last time until fall.  instead, i was impounded under a thick layer of dead polys . . . they being the only fabric the beasties cannot destroy . . . and two fur coats piled on either side.  i rose, fed the monsters, threw back the polyester comforter and basked in the cold until it was time to rise for real.

as soon as i stepped on the floor, my right foot protested in pain and then acquiesced.  took my shower, put on my face and found i had been locked out of anything google.  my gmail account had been compromised and i needed to have the powers that be call with a verification code.  surely my laptop would be more reasonable but nope.  goggle was tighter than a tick.  no blog.  no mail access.  Gah!  they called, gave me the new code and my life was righted except for my face not quite looking like my face.  pale as a ghost.

headed down stairs and my right foot rebelled and nearly tossed me down to the landing.  huh?  got dressed, limped over to the bureau to find a pair of earrings and promptly dropped a backing.  at least my foot didn't argue while i was burrowing through the piles of cat hair stashed around the baseboards.

finally i texted Joanie and asked her to drive.  i was not taking chances.  not i.

we arrived at yoga and i headed for the women's room.   thinking the woman at the sink was one of our yogis' i greeted her on the fly to the nearest cubical.  when she replied, i realized it most certainly was not Linda's voice.  the chatter continued from her end . . . about her early morning blood draw etc . . . i determined i was going to have to stay cloistered until after she had departed . . . my awkward meter having climbed sky high.

yoga went well as did lunch. as did my tuesday afternoon nap until i arose at 4:43, looked at the sun and panicked.  i was way late for my morning adventure with Robin and why had my iphone alarm clock frozen at 4:43.  the television too.  i tried to the fan to see if we had power.  in total panic, i open my laptop,  it too said 4:54 . . . time having advanced . . . until ever so slowly, the realization hit me that it was indeed 4:forty something TUESDAY not wednesday.  cue the theme song from jaws.

fast forward to a call from Joanie saying she found my nail polish in the mall and had picked it up for me.  i threw on my flip flops and headed across the circle to meet her.  problem being, my flip flop configuration was not mine.  yet they were definitely my very old, very worn flops.

i think today i am living in a parallel universe.  i hope to wake in the correct one tomorrow.  sanity, wherefore art thou, sanity.