Tuesday, August 21, 2012

What I saw

I can't really compete with bb's commuter posts as I don't have a stealth-worthy phone cam, nor her gift for prose. Still, today was a good day, at least as far as the non-work time is concerned, and I thought I'd share.

Morning, walking to bus stop.
  • a brown bunny who hopped away and disappeared as I approached
  • fewer than normal amounts of ginormous spiders and related webs (urk)
  • the large scarecrow in the community garden nearby, now headless, just in time for fall
  • two more brown bunnies,  one enthusiastically dining on old thistle blossoms
Morning, on bus en route to the city across the lake
  • several scullers on the water
  • one great blue heron, posing gracefully in the shallows
  • some humorously over-chic window displays at the flagship Nordstrom's (still affectionately called "The Bon" by long-time residents)
Afternoon, on bus returning to city wherein lies my domicile and familial unit
  • another great blue heron, artfully displayed near a beaver dam 
Afternoon, walking home from bus stop
  • a large, white cockatoo strolling along fence top as his people milled about (this at the house where the owners have thoughtfully cut a vertical opening in the corner of the fence so that the dogs can see what they are barking at) (the dogs, seemingly aware of this unusual advantage, do not abuse the privilege and bestow a few warning barks, then go about their other business.)
  • the largest flock of bushtits I have seen in some time. (I love watching them witter about and hunt bugs, gregariously calling as they move from branch to branch to tree to bush. They're only a little larger than a hummingbird, being about the size of your big toe with a tail and tiny beak.)
  • family of three, picking blackberries (which threaten to engulf us). The wee girl told me that they plan to make a pie, and I told her I'd just used some to dye a shirt and some yarn.
  • big winged termite (blech)
  •  man +dog +empty lot + chuckit + tennis ball = happy
  • yet another brown bunny -- are you keeping count? That makes four
  • hummingbird
  • lady coming home, unloading two smallish, happy dogs from the car as man exits house.  
            she: you're going in, then     
            he: yes, I'll probably not be home before 10:30 or so
          (they cross paths, she coming, he going, and exchange a kiss)   
           she: mmmmm, you smell good

Finally arrive home to my dearies. Girlie cast as Stephano in Tempest production ("I get to play a drunk and sing terribly at the top of my lungs!"). My redhead programming the wunnerful microscopic cell phones we got for our Europe trip last year for his folks to use in Spain soon (jealous much? why yes, yes I am). Mr. Spot getting wobbly in the legs, always happy to see me come home at the end of the day.


Saturday, August 18, 2012

The party's over

Summer here in the Pacific NW is drawing to a close. It's a short season at best, and my tomatoes are mature but not yet ripening. (I was advised to pick off all the new flowers to get the plant to pay attention to the fruit already maturing,)

It's been in the high 80's to 90's this week. Herself and I went to a water park on Thursday and had a great time. Today was cooler and a bit cloudy--tantalizingly lovely and hovering in the 80s.

The girlie has been actingactingsingingdancingacting this summer. The redhead has played chauffeur and worked very hard at healing up well following his surgery. This week, the girlie had a break. We thought about going somewhere this weekend, but decided instead to have a very simple backyard potluck and invite some folks over.

A good part of yesterday and this morning was spent cleaning up the place and getting ready. As we worked, I reminded myself how nice it is to have the house in "clean-enough-for-party" mode. I always worry (doesn't everyone?) about whether folks will enjoy each other, do we have enough refreshments, is the bathroom clean enough for everyone to use?

We had the world's-best in-laws over. We had our new neighbors with their lovely toddler and new baby and one of the grandmas. The other neighbor's boy came with our dear lady from across the street who dog-sits our old Spot on occasion. My dear redhead invited some friends from work who also have a new infink. My good friend from work came with her Papi-hua-hua (papillon/chihuahua cross), and the nicest lady from down the street came by,too.

As usual, it came together beautifully.

I have no pictures, so you'll just have to take my word. Babies were passed around and loved. My amazing girlie entertained the young 'uns with drawing and the sprinkler and a very cleverly thought up scavenger hunt list (some of the items: two pine cones, a blue crayon, someone with brown hair, a cookie). She danced and sang and made a great playlist featuring 1776, The Rutles, Little Shop of Horrors, The Indigo Girls and The Monkees. There was freshly caught JUST-smoked salmon that the fish-eaters raved about. Everyone ate and chatted and enjoyed. The weather was obligingly perfect.

Sometimes I think that the best part of the party is after. When everyone has gone home with leftovers, the dishes are done, and the set struck. The quiet calm of an unusually clean house, the girlie curled up with a book on the couch in the purply evening light, my favorite redhead noodling on the computer, and the dear old doggie groggily reveling in having his house back to his main pack.

I am content.