Yeah, I wasn’t invited to this pow-wow. I came out to my living room to find these three, incredibly quiet, circled-round. I have a feeling it may have involved a plan of attack regarding a certain cat sleeping in the bedroom. Alas, I foiled their plan.
what happened to this –
It isn’t quite done, but progress has been made.
The wood is being stripped down to its natural state and stained red mahogany…I definitely think it works. Thoughts?
Today was the first official hot day of summer. A precursor to the death of everything that is lush and green. The sun rose this morning on a horizon line of fiery red and orange.
This morning, I looked down to the avocado grove and a burst of yellow caught my eye. And I promised I would take a photo (or several) because a month from now, it will be gone and everything will be brown.
Candles…I love them and I hope you do too. Recently, a friend of mine gave me a gift of a Voluspa Candle in a tin. The scent was Fleur de Cafe and it had a beautiful, light cologne scent. This particular line of Voluspa Candles come in a convenient travel tin, for the frequent-traveler gift or to make your hotel room more palatable. There are many different scents and candle lines made by Voluspa. I am partial to the Goji & Tarocco Orange and Santiago Huckleberry. You can visit Voluspa to see their whole line and as well as find a local vendor.
I found the line at my favorite candle store, Cathedral Home, located right in the heart of Hillcrest here in San Diego. Cathedral Home is small but carries a great assortment of candles, small home accessories and even some cute jewelry. I’ve got my eye on some earrings there;)
Note: Voluspa Candles and Cathedral Home don’t know me from Jack…the dog. But when I find something I like, I feel like sharing.
Lucky you, you get two different stories for the price of one, which really is $0 because you don’t pay anything to read this, except precious time. Oh, that sentence could have gone on forever. I am the Queen of Run-on Sentences. I haven’t been officially crowned but I may just make m’self a cardboard and aluminum foil crown. Back to the first story.
Last week, I was meeting former coworkers at a local hangout for drinks. I was all excited until I found out we were meeting at a place where a former date of mine was employed as a bartender. I went on one date and basically decided there wasn’t going to be a second one. How did I determine that? First, he was a huge Jimmy Buffett fan. I am not. I could probably name two songs and I have never owned an album. Second, all during dinner, whenever I said something that he liked, he would hold up his wine glass for me to cheers with mine or…hold his fist up for me to bump.
Yes, my friends, the good old “Rock and Explode” minus the explode. I was fascinated by this behavior. You can take the bartender out of the bar but you can’t take the bar out of the bartender.
So I was worried about showing up to the bar for fear that I would see him there and plus I have gained some weight since I last saw him. Lame, I know, but I am just keeping it real. So I get there and guess what??
He wasn’t working.
I mentioned this to my friend sitting next to me. And he asks, “Wasn’t he the same guy that got up during dinner and excused himself because he ‘had to go pee-pee?'”
Yes, he was. And that one reminder was enough for me to forget my fear and to realize why there never was a second date.
Story 2
Jack has taken to eating rocks and wood. I don’t know why. Maybe it is a vitamin deficiency. Which my mom says all the time when she gives into a craving. Example: “I don’t know why I am craving a steak so bad. I must need the iron.”
Note: I have tried to use this same reasoning with Cheetos and Twinkies but seeing as there are no vitamins or actual food located in these items, it doesn’t quite work.
Back to Jack.
It’s almost like Jack doesn’t know what he is doing. He sits out on the front porch and chews on the wood railing. He was walking around with a piece of brick in his mouth this last weekend. And I had to rescue two rocks from his mouth this evening. He is Barney Rubble in dog-form. Why am I concerned? Because for the last week, I have been getting up on average two times a night to let him out to take care of business. Better known as Jack’s Rock and Explosion.
Sincerely,
Lynne with an E…xplosive Canine
San Diego has a huge history with the Navy. It is a port city with a safe harbor. All over San Diego, you will meet people with a connection to the Navy. My life is directly connected to the Navy.
My dad became a naval officer after college. He grew up in Queens, NYC. When he was requesting his assignment in the navy, he requested a big ship, based on the east coast. He received a little ship, based on the west coast. If my father had never been based in San Diego, he never would have met my mother. Funny how such small decisions may have such a large impact on your life and others.
All the tomato plants are still alive. Even though there was a partial decapitation of one, all six are still alive and thriving. And maybe one is a little shorter because of a partial decapitation.
I had to break my fall somehow. And unfortunately, my “fall-breaking” involved reaching out for the railing and pushing a box planter off the porch.
Despite its one-story plummet, the tomato plant survived. It is about half its original size but I am happy to report it is recuperating. Despite its homicidal plunge off my deck. And in a way, I should have seen something like this happening. I mean, the name of this tomato variety is Bloody Butcher.
Lynne with an E 