Tomato !!

What's that?!?*

Is it? *

A Tomato!!!

The Countdown

Deciding to walk this morning to the new LAMill Coffee Shop (oops, coffee boutique) for breakfast and a reeeeealy good cup of Joe, I was looking forward to having one of their specialty coffees prepared uniquely at the table using an ancient Japanese syphon brewing method. We arrived before 9:00 and were told table service for breakfast didn't start until 9:00. So we opted to take a walk through the neighborhood, up to the dog park, wind our way up a side street, and take one of the stair streets back down, taking photos along the way.Getting back to LA Mill at about 9:10 or so we were greeted by the hostess and given the option of a table inside or out. We opted for a table for two outside. We were seated, given menus, water, place settings. Then it all came to a screeching, stomach growling, where's the damn waitress, halt. Once we decided what to order, we waited...and waited...It's now 9:30. Will sets his watch timer for a five countdown. I got up and went inside to find the hostess and let her know we were ready to order. She looked at her wrist and said something about "maybe the waitress doesn't know it's 9:00 yet". Whaaaat? If your table service stars at 9:00 don't you think you know when the clock strikes that hour of the morning and start serving? And there are certainly other customers and they have coffee, and dishes are coming out of the kitchen, people are behind the counter brewing and pouring. I said "It's beyond 9:00 and we're waiting to place our order". She asked where we were sitting. I pointed to the table just on the other side of the floor to ceiling / wall to wall plate glass window, where...she...seated...us.

Returning to the table I told Will what the hostess said. She came to our table a minute later and told us the waitress would be right out. We waited some more and then Will's wristwatch said "times up", and up we got, and left.

See ya!

Some Days

Some days are just lazy like that. And some weekends too. With nothing more to do but chill out and you know, do laundry, go to the market, clean the bathroom, watch a movie, take pictures of flowers, marinade a couple of Ribeyes, and generaly just meander around the house and the yard with those I love and live with. Days can be sweet that way.

Harvest

It's been really mild and in the cooler upper 60s. So Spring. But we're getting hit with a wave of heat today. Temps are supposed to be in the low 90s this weekend with the Santa Ana's blowing.

The side garden is getting a good soak and the vegetables are basking in the sun. I harvested some spinach this morning and added the dark leafy greens to the tomatoes and onions in our breakfast scramble.Can't wait to see the tomatoes sprouting on the vines. Nothing yet but little flower blossoms.

Miss You

I'm missing him so.

And the dogs will hear something out front and think its him. They both run to the door, tails fiercely wagging, joy in their little faces. They wait, look back at me, and wait. As they look towards the door and he doesn't come, their tails slowly stop wagging and droop. They mope around looking at me like "Where's dad?"

I think about him in everything I do. Make coffee (just enough for one). Getting ready for work in the morning. Coming home at the end of the day. This morning I went to get the newspaper and someone had stolen it from the front steps,an empty blue bag is all there was. And see, I filled the water dish, scooped the poop, brought the trash cans up. See...

I can't wait until he comes home.
But, maybe I'll leave some dishes in the sink. He'll like that.

Birthday Wishes from the Carolinas

My husband calls to wish me a happy birthday this morning from the trenches of the convention center in Charlott, NC. I pick up the call from the kitchen and he directs me to the library cupboard where there is a bag o' goodies for me! I love you sweetie pie. And OMG, this is one of the best of the bunch:
Then Mom calls from Murrells Inlet, SC to wish her daughter happy birthday and catch up on family news and how OLD we all are. I forgot to thank her for the lovely card she made for me:Thanks Mom.