Author: lis

it’s the week of  Winnie. A coworker recently pointed out that I had a lot of pictures of Parker and not so many of Winnie, and accused me of favoritism. This is 100% untrue. The problem is that Winnie tends to hide more, or settle in one spot and stay there, and is not as out and about as Parker is.  But she is adorable. Part of it is that her eyes are constantly dilated, which somehow equals “cute helpless kitty.”

I hate flying. I’m not scared or nervous. Just bored out of my mind. As soon as a sit, I get out my book, iPod, and water bottle. I often take off my shoes. My iPod has music and a book-on-tape on it, but in spite of all that, I just get bored. I guess I’m just not used to sitting for hours on end.

We went to the Desert Botanical Garden today. It’s a very cool place anyway; as an informal educator, I really appreciate the thought they’ve put into their designs. But today they were celebrating El Dia de Los Muertos. There were artists and musicians and food, as well as special activities for the kids.

I went with Leah to her horseback riding lesson today. The first part of every lesson is grooming the horse. Leah is quite little and horses are quite big, but they seem quite comfortable around one another.

When my brother told me that he got a Border Collie/Australian Shepherd mix, I was pretty concerned. Not a quiet mellow dog, this, and there are already three cats and an 8 year old in the house. But I was pleasantly surprised; Trixie is well behaved and very very sweet.

Flew out to Arizona today with a brief stop at Midway in Chicago.

At the tender age of 9 months, Calvin seems to be off to a good start in his selection of beers. His parents are so proud.

Rachel and Fred came over for a brief visit with Marc and Michaela this evening. Rachel is completely enamored of Parker, and spent some time playing with him. Parker demonstrated his usual grace and panache.

One of the things I did during that first week after we moved was to get a new library card. I’m finding my way in my new library, although the fiction section goes around a few weird corners and is hard to follow. I’m also getting used to the fact that they don’t separate out their genre fiction, and all paperbacks are kept separate. Not big issues, just took a little time.

Like every other New Englander with a camera, I took a picture of the leaves. They are gorgeous. Even though they mean winter is coming, which displeases me.