Sunday, December 02, 2012

Pal

Apricots and chocolate, a raspberry tart in the freezer, Fruity Joe's O's in my bowl*. D shares the last with me.




The framed poster is hanging, better than we imagined. It really pulls the room together.†




D's parents stopped by briefly on the way to shop at the new store. I tempted them with bits of my chocolate - which tells you in what regard I hold them that I am willing to share that chocolate with them. Well, since I can get more, now.


And I share the Krazy Kat book with Moby, and his collection of white whiskers.



He continues to hop into my lap with amazing regularity. Making up for all those years when he didn't want to at all.

"Be a pal! Or is it lap? Whichever, sit down, I'm hopping up."






*I miswrote bowel, first, which is accurate, but utterly fails to convey good taste.
†The Dude: [repeated line by The Dude and others] That rug really tied the room together.

7 comments:

Rouchswalwe said...

Oh! I agree. The print really belongs in the room.

Zhoen said...

Seems like it's always been there. The slight offset is intentional, so that her foot is at the edge of the inset in the bricks below.

Lucy said...

But are they really the same things in the bowel as in the bowl, or have they, as they weatherpeople say about hurricanes, lost their identity?

Zhoen said...

Either way, doin' their job.

Anonymous said...

The room is beautiful. I also love Trader Joe's, but the closest one is hours away. My kids live in Boston and shop at the one you used to, I prefer the Cambridge one.
~patricia

Zhoen said...

pattiw,
I think we went to that one once, but we walked to the one in Brookline, after that, the one downtown. It was tiny, but I liked the escalator. The Cambridge one was hard for us to get to, relying on the T only.

This new one is also walking distance, and the only one within a day's drive. The next one is, I believe, in Las Vegas. About 6 hours, a bit over 400 miles away.

Phil Plasma said...

(o)