heaven, i'm in heaven...
i was woken up this morning at seven thirty by the piteous cry of the felines huddled outside my door. didn't mind much because i, in my old age, went to bed at eleven last night. i was so darn tired. i started yawning profusely around ten.
both the kitties' food bowls and water bowls were bone dry. they did their usual yelping as i fixed them a meal of soft and dry food. we're close to totally weening them onto dry food. i say weening, but it's not really true, seeing that they love dry food with all their hearts and souls. we're just doing a mixture so as to get rid of all our wet food and make sure the transition leaves them diarhealess, which is for elicia and i just as much as for them.
i like to write in the morning when the house is quiet and the morning light shines. it looks like it's going to be a beautiful fall day. i love the fall once you get into it. love love love it.
last night heather came over with a yummy salad with raspberries and cheese in it (those were my two favourite items) it was very good with the raspberry vinigrette that karey left behind for us. i made up the last measely remnants of my asparagus and some chicken-mushroom-red-pepper kabobs. a delightful meal in all aspects.
afterwards we were about to watch the last of bleak house--heather was already cozied up on the orange chair with her knitting, and i was walking over to put the dvd in--when the realization hit me that we no longer had a dvd player here (excepting elicia's laptop, but not very practical). so heather and i gathered ourselves up and walked over to her place. elicia promised to come later after her grocery shopping and that she would bring ice cream with her. the promise of ice cream means a lot to a person like me who is greatly limiting her sugar intake. i promised myself a bowl of ice cream.
well heather and i were soon engrossed in the drama of bleak house, the romance, the mystery, the outlandish characters (there are so many people to enjoy). at one point i commented to heather that it was funny that dickens made the most moral person in the whole story is miss esther summersen, a girl with illigitimet birth. that charlie d. sure did like to make his points about things.
i began to fear that elicia had renigged on her ice cream promise but my fears were unfounded. she showed up in time for the ending and brought vanila bean ice cream (i had been secretly, brentishly, hoping for vanila). heather had some blackberry syrup given to her by sarah b., and we had that on top. it was a little bit of heaven as lisa would say.
both the kitties' food bowls and water bowls were bone dry. they did their usual yelping as i fixed them a meal of soft and dry food. we're close to totally weening them onto dry food. i say weening, but it's not really true, seeing that they love dry food with all their hearts and souls. we're just doing a mixture so as to get rid of all our wet food and make sure the transition leaves them diarhealess, which is for elicia and i just as much as for them.
i like to write in the morning when the house is quiet and the morning light shines. it looks like it's going to be a beautiful fall day. i love the fall once you get into it. love love love it.
last night heather came over with a yummy salad with raspberries and cheese in it (those were my two favourite items) it was very good with the raspberry vinigrette that karey left behind for us. i made up the last measely remnants of my asparagus and some chicken-mushroom-red-pepper kabobs. a delightful meal in all aspects.
afterwards we were about to watch the last of bleak house--heather was already cozied up on the orange chair with her knitting, and i was walking over to put the dvd in--when the realization hit me that we no longer had a dvd player here (excepting elicia's laptop, but not very practical). so heather and i gathered ourselves up and walked over to her place. elicia promised to come later after her grocery shopping and that she would bring ice cream with her. the promise of ice cream means a lot to a person like me who is greatly limiting her sugar intake. i promised myself a bowl of ice cream.
well heather and i were soon engrossed in the drama of bleak house, the romance, the mystery, the outlandish characters (there are so many people to enjoy). at one point i commented to heather that it was funny that dickens made the most moral person in the whole story is miss esther summersen, a girl with illigitimet birth. that charlie d. sure did like to make his points about things.
i began to fear that elicia had renigged on her ice cream promise but my fears were unfounded. she showed up in time for the ending and brought vanila bean ice cream (i had been secretly, brentishly, hoping for vanila). heather had some blackberry syrup given to her by sarah b., and we had that on top. it was a little bit of heaven as lisa would say.
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