Easter Shmeaster

I am supposed to be at my sister's house at eleven, quiche in hand. The oven is still preheating. Damn damn damn.

survived his checkup at the animal hospital

survived his checkup at the animal hospital, originally uploaded by nonesuch.

I took Zero to the vet on Saturday for his annual checkup. I was so proud of him; his behavior was excellent. Unfortunately, I was not impressed with the vet. I started going to this animal hospital because one of the vets there is a renowned regional expert on shepherds. The dodo vet we got yesterday doesn't even seem to like dogs. We have to go back next weekend because she was unable to draw a blood sample. No problem, I'd love to come back next weekend to spend another hour in your waiting room. Perfect.

kitchen table: extra leaf seldom needed

kitchen table: extra leaf seldom needed, originally uploaded by nonesuch.

This is the funtime configuration of the kitchen table, when it's set up for more than just me and my junk mail. I like to see it this way.

Bread dough will kill you, fool

Bread dough will kill you, fool, originally uploaded by nonesuch.

Dogs can't eat bread dough -- unless you turn your back. So don't turn your back.

Look how serious he is. How focused. His look seems to speak of a purity of motive, a nobility of purpose, as if his only wish is to protect and defend the bread dough, to guard it with zealous loyalty.

And inside his head, his thoughts are actually more like "Nom nom nom!"

Back off, dog! Bread dough will kill you.

He did get to enjoy some bread scraps, so don't feel too bad for him.

Sun comes up and we start again

toaster, originally uploaded by nonesuch.

After the memorial service, there were so many flowers. Stacy's family shared some of them with me, and they were beautiful. Beautiful in my yellow kitchen. Stacy never came over to see my kitchen, never sat at my table or drank my tea, because by the time I'd renovated it to a state where it was usable, she was too sick to leave her condo. And certainly too weak to handle the capers of my annoying dog.

It makes me sad to think of this, but also -- the flowers are beautiful. Looking at them and thinking of Stacy is not a bad thing.