Woke up and got to "take my waking slow," which is one of the many reasons I love weekends. Savored my morning coffee to the last drop.
Picked up "Never Let Me Go" by Kazuo Ishiguro at the bookstore after a hiatus of sorts. I'm enjoying it immensely. One of those other-worldly type stories that's set in this world.
Brunch today - smoked salmon sliders at Houlihan's. They were delicious.
Cleaned out the bedroom closet and organized the remains. More satisfying than I imagined it would be.
Bought a crate cover for Roy's crate. Now Finny can't stare strongly at him from her crate. I think it was starting to make him batty.
Boiled shrimp for dinner. This was the first time we've ventured into the cook-your-own-shellfish realm. It was a successful trip and we'll return soon.
Last week I discovered a peach tree in the yard of an abandoned house down the street. At that time, I picked at peach and brought it home to ripen. After dinner tonight, the peach was ripe enough to eat and it was the best peach I've ever tasted. Tonight, I went back with a bag hoping to bring more home, but was almost thwarted in my efforts in that all of the low hanging fruit was gone. Not one to be discouraged by such things, I leapt up and grabbed ahold of some of the higher branches, shaking the hell out of them until the fruit came tumbling off the tree. I managed to get about a dozen good peaches this way, and will be slicing them up for various uses tomorrow.
And now, I'm sitting on my deck, with my laptop and Mr. Awesome and Roy and Finny enjoying a beautiful, breezy August night. I don't know why we've never sat out here like this before. I can't imagine a better place to be on a lazy Sunday.