Digital zoom does it no justice, but I was pleased by the view from my north-facing office window this morning just after sunrise:
Mount Baker, visible from 80+ miles away bathed in sunlight and peeking above the rooftops and below the clouds.
I guess Bemis didn’t feel comfortable putting “See where you pee” on the toilet-seat packaging.
Flex found a sunbeam and a throw for a bit of relaxing.
Because the WA lottery commission loves to drive people CRAZY.
On the plus side: It was a $10 winner. So time well spent.
$65,000 to go.
Flex resting on the kitchen floor mat.
I’m really not as much a lush as my blog and social media would have you believe.
The aftermath of the chicken pot pie recipe Julie Anne made tonight. HELP ME.
Frost’s bacon maple bar, baby.
I call it a Barney poop.
(Though actually I stole that from my mom. Thanks Mom!)
Your guess is as good as ours.
Nightly meds for Flex, my 10-year-old black cat who has hepatitis and diabetes. He’ll be on daily steroid and insulin doses for the rest of his life.
Steroid on the left: 0.5 mL budesonide in an allegedly chicken-flavored suspension. Flex adores chicken but doesn’t much care for the medicine. And I gotta say, the one time he pulled away as I was giving the dose and it splashed on my lip, chicken was not the flavor note I came away with. But of course I’m not the target audience.
On the right, the U-40 syringe holding Flex’s 1.5-unit dose of ProZinc insulin. (He gets that dose twice a day.) The injections don’t bother him unless I manage to goof on the initial stick—happily, it’s been a few weeks now since a stick made him cry out or twitch away.
I guess I always assumed stevia was “in the raw”.
On our way to Bainbridge Island for a leisurely afternoon of wine-tasting and lunch.
Not why I put the cushions there, Flex, but excellent idea anyway.
Because, why the hell not.
A routine task, putting away laundry.
I pick up socks, turn to the dresser, put them away, turn back to the basket. Stack of tee shirts, turn to the dresser, put them away, turn back to the basket for the last pair of jeans it still holds:
The weird thing is, it wasn’t until a full day later we thought to wonder where the balloon shop is.
Flex cannot pass up a chance of a hint of a possible tiny bit of food. We often find him perched in the kitchen sink this way.
It’s planting day at the manse.
But what a way to go!
We had this at Skillet Diner on Capitol Hill. Table for four and we didn’t manage to finish it, oy....
HELLO YOU BEAUTIFUL WEEKEND
Friends playing live music. Doesn’t get much better.
Elliott Bay Brewing Company to the rescue!
Flex does not care for his confinement at the clinic.
When bad jostles happen to good beer mugs.
I’m blessed to have a warm house and a beautiful Christmas tree surrounded by friends and family.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays.
I step away to refresh my coffee . . . .
Centerpieces and other decor like this is how you tell you’re near the waterfront in most Seattle-area restaurants.
Forty years ago today at 09:23 MDT, Julie Anne joined the world with a yowl, and the world blinked at the sudden arrival of this brightest of lights in its midst.
Forty years on, the light’s brighter still.
Look, even the kitchen calendar is getting in on the act.
Everyone, go pester Jewells with birthday wishes at her various online haunts:
What better way to start the day?
A pint of Amber Ale from Red Rock Brewing Company, the first brewpub I ever visited.
Headed home from Kingston.
There’s an iguana just outside the frame on the car deck (lower left). Bit of a surreal moment there.
On our way to Port Townsend for a whale-watching cruise.
Game starts and everyone abandons the pub :-(
Club-level seat for my first game of the Mariners’ 2013 season.
Here’s from the top of section 234:
And here from my seat 9 on row 1.
First pint of the season of Pyramid’s Curve Ball blonde ale.
The tap runs dry and the sign gets pushed to a corner.