This is my chubby nephew Pete, my best friend's cat. The dude weighs over 17 pounds. SEVENTEEN POUNDS. As I was nervously pointing my camera up at him and I have to say I was admiring his agility since that is a pretty high shelf/doorway/what have you. He seemed pretty comfortable up there; I understand that cats like heights. But really, I was very happy to see him get down from there.
While spending time with a dear friend tonight, I had a revelation. For so many years, I thought that I had little to offer anyone but now with hard work I have realized that when I love, that can be enough.
Since this is the only window to have a theme that is independent of a holiday, we collaborated and created...Tiara Toes. Electric blue polish is the foundation of this lovely presentation. The tiaras are delicate and quite tasteful, greatly appealing to my self proclaimed Princess/Best Friend.
A brief note about my own recent pedicure experience: in the salon, I handed the tech my own bottle of top coat (it has sparkles, a departure for me). He looked at me a bit oddly, and when the time came to put the polish on, his hand poised above my big toe, he said, "One coat only, ok?" So...I left with little sparkle. *sigh*
Ocracoke Island is a quiet, tiny island in the Outer Banks. This day brought soft breezes and gentle waves after a ferry boat ride took my friends and me to the shore there. Much like Key West but even smaller, this place has charm and peace. When we walked on the beach there were few people at the end of the day. The ocean, big and wide, surrounded us.
When it was time to meet the ferry to leave, we waited at the dock behind sand dunes, and this is what I saw:
I love to write. I admit though, that I am nothing but a casual writer. My most recent blog, Welcome Home, Cancer. , is written off the cuff. I don't put a lot of energy into crafting each post because I want it to be more like a journal. So there it is for you, warts and all. I'm not happy about cancer, but I'm making the best of it. I'm learning to just let things wash over me and move on. That blog is an excercise in letting go. Relax, Catherine.