- So my dog Duncan had a lump on his leg and so his paranoid mama (that would be me) took him to the vet to be told it was probably nothing, but as it grew, so did my anxiety, and we had it removed. Several hundred dollars later, we were given the less-than-awesome news that the lump was cancerous BUT they removed it with clear margins. It's the yucky cancer that spreads that we lost our sweet Jake to over four years ago. No connection, just crappy luck (and increased paranoia). We're going to get Duncan's bloodwork done every six months moving forward and keep an eye on the area of the lump, but there's really nothing else to do. He's happy and eating and seems fine for now, but any positive puppy vibes that you want to send our way are appreciated. Fingers and paws crossed all stays well, though.
- A few months ago, my coveted kitchen wall shelf met its untimely demise and took all of my favorite collectibles with it.The broken shelf laid on its side for far too long until one weekend, when my husband suggested a stop at an antique mall. I shifted my focus from a wall shelf (what we had) to a corner cabinet (that I thought would fit) and actually found a cabinet narrow enough to go on the same wall where the old shelf fell, which is a bonus because the chair rail got messed up in the accident and the new cabinet covers it up. The pale green has really grown on me, it matches my chairs perfectly, and it's the perfect "collected eclectic" look for our house. Oh, and bonus points to Andrew for spotting it and making me buy it on the spot. Now I just need to find fun things to fill it.
- I just read a book called Forever, Interrupted which is a little chick-lit-esque for my usual taste, but I really liked anyway. In the book, the main character's husband died after they had been married less than two weeks and her best friend comes in and basically peels her off of the bathroom floor and helps her function as a grieving newlywed widow. It made me wonder, if I was ever in a heart wrenching situation, who would be the friend pulling me up? And who could I be that friend for? I don't know that that question has an answer for me right now. I think a friend that sits through a crisis with you has to come with a lot of history that I just don't have with anyone. Perhaps that can be a friendship goal for me. Friendship is an ongoing theme in my life and something I think about more than the average person so trying to be better at that is something I'm always wondering about.
- Our friends came to Houston a few weeks ago and we had lots of fun playing Head's Up (no one listens when I tell them it will be awesome. It's always awesome.), going to breweries, eating ice cream, visiting the We Heart Houston sign, eating at Coltivare, and watching our respective baseball teams play one another. Oh, and just reconnecting after five years. I think a trip to Kansas needs to happen for Andrew and me at some point.
- Other fun lately: I went to a craft fair with my friend and her friends for the second year in a row. Maybe in another year, I'll feel like I can call them my friends, too? Either way, it was nice to be included. Bre came all the way out to my side of Houston for my favorite breakfast tacos and record shopping. The record store had a sign on it that said "back in 15" for an hour and we got tired of waiting, so that was a bummer, but now at least she has a good reason to come all the way back to my area for more tacos.
- I deactivated Facebook. I was looking at it far too often and I found it kind of annoying. Plus, a lot of people post the same stuff on Facebook that's also on their instagram (me included) and a lot was repetitive or political or just plain ridiculous. It probably isn't forever but it works for now.
- The Gilmore Girls Revival: Let me first say that of course I will watch it pretty much the first second I can. With that said... and knowing that I'm a huge fan... I'm not sure how I feel about it. A few more escapades in Stars Hollow sounds great, sure, but it will be so definite. The way the finale ended, Luke and Lorelei were left wide open. Rory was just growing up. I know the finale's tone wasn't the best, but the way it wrapped up worked for me and I've had seven years to accept it. Going back for a few more hours has a chance of being like watching a favorite childhood movie as an adult - not as good as you remembered, and it can tarnish all of your previous memories. All of that said, bring on my favorite townies and please don't make Emily a completely depressed widow - I need more of her judgey one liners in my life!
That's enough of that. Maybe once a month, since I like to blog about once a week, I'll do a general documenting, goings on post. And maybe one day, I'll finish talking about California...