Week Notes

On Friday I got a fb note from Jesse about meeting him for lunch on Saturday. When Saturday came and our time to meet passed, I decided not to sit around, waiting. I had done some shopping early in the day, then gone home to knit. I finished (almost!) two projects over this weekend. Worked on a lot of beading. Went to the bead store without my glasses so I could only buy BIG BEADS or at least I hope that's what I bought!


I hate to forget my glasses.


Joanne rescued me for lunch, and as it turned out, dinner too. We decided to walk from her place to downtown Capitola and take a chance on the new(ish) Britannia Arms because they have outside seating; the dogs can hang out with the humans. I'm glad we didn't make it all the way to the village after reading the Yelp reviews. Ugh. The weather was very hot and I was projecting all sorts of neuroses on Bella. Her limping, sweating, short-legged, panting and me with no camera water. We turned around and walked back to J's house. We decided to go to Zameen where they have an outside patio and although I don't ask, I assume mostly locals hang out since the restaurant isn't near the ocean, though the outside patio on a sunny day is wonderful. We split a salad with a few shrimp and drank wine. I got stung by a bee and discovered I'm not allergic. People are cheerful -- they greet you and we converse with random strangers. These people also want to talk about corgis - a lot. One woman walked by from a distance and shouted, "Oh, how cute!" And I said, "Thank you!" She said, "And the dog too!" ;-)


Bella and I got home just in time to catch the cat sidling up to her litter box, getting ready for the big job of the day. Bella, anxiously awaiting the outcome (as it were) as if the cat were serving THAT. DAY. ONLY. in a cone instead of the daily Swedish meatball-effect, cat turds bedecked throughout with scented gravel only because I haven't switched the cat litter over to white rice yet. Rice is probably less expensive than litter now. Watching Bella eyeball the cat reminded me of standing in line at a Foster's Freeze only I would have, in a previous life, taken my cone double-dipped.

Sunday, we went to Trader Joe's, then took a walk and met up with Bella's cousin, Cowgirl. Cowgirl may have finally earned that name with that belly of hers while Bella just looks puzzled though I think her puzzled look may be me projecting again.