I’m renewing my passport.
It expired almost a year ago, and I haven’t been too bothered about it.
Suddenly there’s a rush to get it renewed because I’m planning a trip to L.A. this summer.
I don’t particularly want to go to L.A. this summer, but my Boy announced he’s going with a couple of friends.
He doesn’t know I’m coming.
Surprisingly, nobody I’ve told thinks it’s a good idea.
I don’t see why not. It’s not like I’ll be staying with him, or even hanging out with him and his friends (unless, of course, they invite me along.)
I’ll just lounge by the hotel pool, and maybe cruise the shops along Rodeo Drive. Most importantly, I’ll only be a phone call away in case my (adult) Boy needs me.
There’s nothing wrong with that, right? It’s just what every normal, caring parent would do.
Old Man Winter’s here with a vengeance.
It’s especially cruel after the mild sunny weather we’ve just enjoyed. I thought spring had arrived, and then…this happened.
How am I supposed to explain to an aging Chihuahua that she’s going to have slog through snow drifts up to her chin???
The cottage wifi was down for three days.
It was like living in pioneer times…except I had heat, running water, electricity and a Chihuahua.
I rediscovered reading, finishing The Catcher in the Rye and How to Walk in High Heels and getting about a third of the way through A Widow for One Year.
I realized how fortunate I am to have grown up in a pre-web world. I don’t know if I’d have been such a book worm if I’d had the allure of the net calling to me as a kid. If I hadn’t gotten into books, I probably wouldn’t have majored in English lit, and I certainly wouldn’t have been nerdy enough to name my first dog Zelda.
I also realized that I never want to go three days without wifi again.
I’m a fussy eater.
To anyone who’s ever told a fussy eater: “How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it?”
I give you Cock Soup, Beef in Jelly and Cheese Fudge…
Sometimes you just know.
Came across this gorgeous creature enjoying a duck at the marsh–mmm!
Awed to see nature up close like this.
Grateful the Chihuahua stayed home this morning.
A couple of things helping me chillax these days:
Breakfast in Paris Tea by Stash. Ooh la la! This black tea’s flavored with lavender, bergamot and vanilla. While it’s not quite as restorative as visit to the City of Light would be, it’s nice late-afternoon pick me up.
Avalon Organics Lemon Bath & Shower Gel. OMG–this stuff is so lemony fresh, I went back for the zesty Hand and Body Lotion. Finally–something to make showers in my tiny cubicle a little more palatable.
Since I’ve given up retail therapy for 2018, little things like this make a bigger impact.
What are your cheap thrills
Once again, it’s time to celebrate V.D. (Valentine’s Day).
I may not be all lovey dovey this year, but I’ve got everything I need to celebrate the day in style–a devoted dog and a big box of Roger’s Sea Salt Caramels.
Yep, I think it’s going to be a good day.
Happy V.D. everyone!
I’m loving the look of different shades and textures of white.
My favorite piece (the tall bumpy one) is a vintage Saki bottle. How cool is that? Everything about it–colour, shape, texture–is gorgeous.
The fact that it’s an upcycled Saki bottle is the icing on the cake. It makes me feel connected to the global community…
As I share my vintage Saki bottle, I consider all the Japanese women blogging about using old Canadian wine boxes as décor!
How marvelous to be a global citizen!
How do you know you’ve spent too long in sweatshirts, fleece jackets, T-shirts, waffle knits and yoga clothes? When you pull out your softest, coziest flannel shirt to “dress up” a bit, and find it uncomfortable because it’s not stretchy.
Ugh! What’s happened to me??? There was a time people used to complement me on my wardrobe. Now they just pluck the dog hair off me.
Oooh…there’s a Nordstrom in Vancouver!!!
I wandered around the shoe department, drooling over uber-fashionable European footwear before heading to the café for a glass of wine. (Don’t you love upscale department store restaurants?)
I was pleasantly surprised to note I own one of the styles sold at Nordstrom. (I’m such a fashionista!)
Bonus points if you can guess which shoes I schlepped around in all summer. 🙂