Sunday Checking In

It's been a wonderful weekend. Dinners with friends, spectacular views, good conversation, a mess of fried fish, movies.

Today is FurGirl's birthday. She is a whole six years old. She celebrated by enjoying a Weight Watcher's (a girl's getting to be middle aged, after all) carrot cake which she very much enjoyed. Used to, as she is, to getting only a bite here and there, she had trouble wrapping her mind around the fact that ALL the carrot cake bites I broke off were for her and her alone. This meant that after each bite she would settle back down and begin to doze off and then would rare up, startled, when I would say "here" again, the word that normally proceeds her getting a bite. So the whole eating of the carrot cake treat was a little like exercise: bite, chew, lay down, GET UP, bite, chew, lay down, GET UP, etc.

It was almost more than a birthday FurGirl could stand. She is now collapsed, sleeping off the effects of the rigorous cake eating.

My friend, Julie, gave me a beautiful bouquet from her still mysteriously flourishing garden. The shot you see at the top of the post is one of many I took of it just now. It drives the S-Man crazy, my penchant for the extreme close-up. But just look. I cannot get over the ability of my camera, on the macro mode, to capture the most minute detail. The delicate blush of pink on those itsy bitsy white flowers is just. Wow.

Otherwise, you've by now probably seen or heard this bit of news. Our president. Much like a bad case of flatulence at a garden party, he is just beyond embarrassing.