Drama Queen

I'm an animal lover. Have had members of the animal kingdom with me since I can remember. Cats, dogs, my white rat, Sugar, fish, etc.  Given living arrangements and feline longevity cats have ruled the roost more often than dogs. My brother and sister combo, Cooper and Emma are in their 11th year. I remain amused by them daily because of their distinct personality differences.  Emma lives in Emma-land where she is the focal point of all things, especially Pounces, those crunchy cat snacks.  Cooper on the other hand is my guardian angel, forever concerned about me and thus has to be near me as close and often as he can be.  He hates it when I'm on the cell phone, hates it.   Starts talking to express his displeasure. It's funny.  Emma amuses me when I need to move her. Although she doesn't wiggle to get free she instead lays motionless as she's carried across a room but wails like her toenails are being pulled from their sockets. Wails, not loudly, but a persistent and faux, "help me, I'm dying," meow. And once she placed on the bed or couch or chair, stops the drama, and has a look on her face that says, "oh this is nice," and promptly falls asleep.  My drama queen makes me laugh daily.

Aftermath

Last night was the Season 4 finale of Game of Thrones.  Another huge character knock off but this one was not as shocking as others in previous episodes.  Still huge none the less.  It was also Game 5 of a 7 game series between my Golden State Warriors and the Cleveland Cavaliers for the NBC championship.  Game was played in Oakland.  We WON, although for 3 quarters it was anyone's game.
We can either win it ALL in Cleveland Tuesday night or come back to Oakland on Thursday, winner take all.  Been a fun series to watch although I'll admit to complete angst over game 4 which was a must win in Cleveland. We rocked the house after a very poor showing in Game 3.  

Quiet weekend.  Looking for work but the phone hasn't rung.  Nora is praying for me daily. Probably using the rosary I got for her at the Vatican gift shop years past.  Lastly, there was a 3 day old baby goat at the Farmer's Market Sunday.  She was a star!!!!

 

Patoonies

Patoonies is what I called Petunias as a child.

I don't believe there is a pretty flower.

Always said if I had a garden it would be filled with Petunias and Snapdragons.

They make me happy!!!

Matinees on Sunday

Matinees on Sunday.  

Words uttered in conversation this morning with Marina, my 82 year old acquaintance whom I often see during my dawn treks on the Charlie Turner trail. 

I'm in love with the phrase. Even said, " good lord that would be a great book title!" 

But I've changed my mind. Oh it's still a great title but I intend to use those 3 words to define one's journey to old age.  In fact it was uttered when I asked Marina how she could stay up to see theatre performances that started at 8pm.

"Oh no, always matinees on Sunday!

Brilliant