The first game of the Series (How about those Sox!) just getting under way last night (note our own Gold Toe sox in the foreground) and Tiny getting off on the new Coleman "ComfortSmart Quickbed" set up on the studio floor so the three of us -- Tuck, Susie and ourselves -- could watch in total comfort, able to doze off at will.
The double birthday party for Tuck and Susie last night was perfect -- details below -- and recalled the magic of intimate parties past. Above, a page from our snail blog of yore, a "magnetic" photo album wherein we arrayed artfully cropped snail photo prints and laboriously hand-pressed headlines (one letter at a time) made with something called "Letraset." The Heinous Furpiece was our beloved Bill -- above right in our loving arms and below making cocktail conversation with Susie. He was the kitty of our salad days who wandered in one day and said, as Brigham Young did when he came upon the valley that would become Salt Lake City, "This is the place." Such a boy.
A cat named Bill posed for a photo op in our funny old side-loading washer/drier (there WERE such things) from Tuck's parents way back when (left). Susie remembered all these years later and went (goes?) "Eureka" when she found the fab pop-up birthday card that Tuck calls "the best card I've ever received." It's a keeper.
Tuck demonstrates condition of his current crop of working gloves over birthday dinner of beef strogie and candied carrots last night as he is gifted with two brand new gorgeous pairs -- one for yard work, the other (pile lined) for snow blowing?
The morning after: Fresh eggs from The Country Hen arrayed for dropping into the poaching pan while bacon was frying, English muffins were toasting and Hollandaise was thickening preparatory to yet another triumphal Eggs Benedict breakfast at Chelsea-by-the-Sea
In the morning, in the evening, ain't we got fun?