I was downtown today for lunch with Buck and the Librarian. I brought my camera along with me, and took this picture as we rambled back down Main Street to the car.
I have to believe in something other than emptiness. I’ve been feeling the bite of emptiness here and there these past couple of days. That’s exactly it! The Bite of Emptiness, soon to be a major motion picture! Ripped from the pages of the best selling novel of the year! Novice writer Patti Niehoff pulls off a literary success of the kind that the publishing world of today rarely sees, much less wants to see!
One thing that I have learned this past week, when I have been busy not posting to the blog, is that Boulder has to be the capital of sushi-making in the world. I think that we here have to have more sushi restaurants per capita than, say New York City.
Our current favorite sushi restaurant is Sushi Zanmai. We have been there for dinner the past two nights. They make a lovely Kobe beef sushi, and I must have eaten them out of their stock of Kobe beef. We sit at the sushi counter so we can keep an eye out on our food while it’s being made.
I also love this city because I’m believing this place is imbuing me with health. I look and feel healthier than I looked and felt before the cancer diagnosis. I figure that that’s a good thing no matter how you look at it.
Tea is coming, and then I decide on a yoga class. Yoga helps me to write; at least, that’s the story that I’m going with now.
(ps: that’s not my own picture at the top… I’m trying a new service called tagaroo.)
Another era in my cat-blogging starts now, with Satchel attempting to steal my breakfast apple turnover. I thought he’d go for the raspberries first, but that’s more Newton’s style. Satchel loves the carbs.
Pictures will appear if I can get my camera.
Today Katherine Hilker from the Cincinnati Zoo’s cat ambassador program invited up over to the Mast farm, where they were going to run a pair of the beasts; to exercise them properly. They were going to run them three times with us lucky ones behind fences that they shouldn’t want to jump, much. They don’t have retractable claws like other cats do, but the forefeet of dogs.
These two brothers are together all the time and today they got to run together: Chance and Bravo.
I got lots of excellent pictures, and I think I got some proper ones.
Mostly the whole collection is here. However, for the fortunate few, here’s a taste.