Imelda in the Making
I’m battling an addiction to Site Meter.
We live in a tall, skinny house—I deliberately leave the computer on the third floor so it will be harder to obsessively refresh my meter.
A couple of times a day, I give in to my curiosity and let Cakes scramble up the stairs to our bedroom. She likes to play in our closet with my shoes while I check my meter and quickly get off a couple of comments.
Yesterday, I went into the closet to collect her and I found a new addition to my shoe collection:
Being the loving parents we are, we nurture her new passion.
She has some catching up to do.
It’s been a lovely weekend. Yesterday, BP let me sleep in and took Cakes out for the entire morning. I had a nice long shower, breakfast in the garden, and finished a draft of my essay. I have an exam on the 24th, then six blissful weeks off before the next term starts. I plan to read Caitlin Flanagan’s book, then get a head start on next term’s reading list.
We took Cakes to Cherry Beach for the first time. She loved it. She has no fear of the water—she immediately made a beeline for the lake and protested when I wouldn’t let her in past her knees. We also spent a lot of time at the splash pad at our local park.
We saw Capote – it was excellent. I would definitely recommend it. Philip Seymour Hoffman is amazing.
We did a lot of grilling on the new BBQ.
My mom arrived tonight (she’s staying for the week). We had a nice dinner, then went for drinks next door. The neighbours worked all day on their new garden. It looks beautiful. I am feeling inspired with ideas to steal.