At a quaint little coffee house in the city, the ceiling is covered with these coffee bean bags. They serve the most delicious crepes — on which is so awesome I ordered once each week during my 1st pregnancy.
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BoBo is home again. YaYa and I picked him up at SFO yesterday afternoon. It’s been fun to watch the dynamics change in the house. Immediately, the neighbor boys were on our doorstep pounding on the door. Moments later, YaYa and BoBo were sporting matching jerseys with a front yard football game following. Of course the matching jerseys in no way meant that the boys would be on the same team. The teams formed and, as if no time had passed, BoBo was knocking down his little brother once again.
A bit later, BoBo took Ronin out for a run and made the mistake of taking him off-lead for a game of chase. Ronin caught him alright. While BoBo was trying to keep Ronin from licking his wounds, I headed out for a run myself. Talk about nice.
At night, BoBo showed up in my room just as I was settling down for the night. He wanted to hang out. Although I was tired, I gave in and we watched something on TV. This morning, he was back in my room again — plopped on my bed. Although I know he wants to spend time with me, my dressing in the bathroom is not exactly togetherness so… I kicked him out.
After pollination and flowering is finished, the dandelion flower dries out for a day or two and then the seed-bearing parachutes expand and lift out of the dried flower head. The dried part of the flower drops off and the parachute ball opens into a full sphere. After the seed is released, the parachutes lose their feathered structure and take on a fuzzy, cotton-like appearance, often called “dandelion snow”.
Today, a few of my colleagues and I, in the name of research, went on “site visit” to a potential vendor who may be assisting us in a future team building venture.
Not only did I get to learn about the wine making process, I also got to experience wine tasting for the very 1st time.
Yippee! We’re gonna have a “barrel of fun!”
It is not uncommon for those lucky enough to be born in December to celebrate a half-birthday in lieu of the actual birthday itself. My practice of secretly observing my half-birthday began after Tom’s death. With his birthday falling a few days shy of 6 months after mine, I created an excuse to buy myself a gift each year on HIS birthday. A little something for me helped me get through the day.
This year I jokingly posted something on my FB wall “for those who missed my (often forgotten) birthday…” Honestly, I meant it as a joke. So you can imagine my surprise when, while out to dinner, I found myself surrounded by waiters singing the familiar tune while carrying a pretty glass filled with sweet red liquid, an unhealthy dollop of whipped cream, and a single candle.
“Happy HALF Birthday!” YaYa and my fun-loving friend chimed after the singers exited stage-right. I laughed and blushed with embarrassment. “Make a wish,” they said with their big we-gotcha smiles. Then one of them corrected themselves by adding, with another playful laugh, “Make that a HALF wish.”
Of course, I made a whole wish. I’d tell you what it is but I can’t because I REALLY want it to come true.