playful

Once again I feel word-weary tonight. Today was the day to write our weekly update, so I used up some vocabulary there, and then a friend of the female persuasion came over for the evening, and much chatting ensued. I realize now that I don't hang out with other women that often. Mr. is a much more quiet companion.

She (my friend) cracked me up. She called me out of the blue the other day and said, "I'm feeling creative. Can I come over and make cards?" And of course, I was delighted to welcome her into my world of colored paper, fun-edged scissors, and rainbow inks. It was a very nice evening.

The kitty also cracked me up a few times today. She has been very playful, curious, and interactive. We had a few intense games of chase throughout the day. She wriggled her way into various drawers to hide. And for a while she wanted to be right up in the middle of the table for card making as we stamped and glued and snipped—pouncing at scraps of paper and chewing, well, everything.

Unfortunately, her playful mood started late last night. She woke me up twice in the wee hours of the morning, bugging me to pay attention to her. I gave in both times, which probably only reinforces this bad habit. But I must admit, I find her a little irresistible.

It is probably good I am not a parent. I am pretty sure I would be the biggest push-over in the world.

I found today's photo at the market. I love it. 

I was there not only to get food for supper, but also to purchase a new blouse. Tomorrow is the funeral for our friend, and I didn't have a the right kind of shirt. The appropriate attire for each occasion is pretty clearly defined here. It is actually the first funeral I have attended in this country. Not that I haven't known people who have died; I just haven't been able to attend their funerals for one reason or another.

Hmmm. Another first before forty. I had no idea this year would be filled with so many firsts.