Life is good. For so many reasons.
13. Right near my new job there is a tiny Mediterranian grocery. I love this grocery, both because it has a shit ton of spices, but also because they have awesome prices and a little eatery that serves wondrful kevab. I was over there buying spices one day and happened on a small jar of Rani chai masala. $3. Why not? How bad could it be? I followed the directions...lets see...boil two teabags, 1/2 tsp. of chai masala, some sweetener, a cup of milk, and oh, spicy heaven. I'm hooked. Every morning now, I have a pint of this and a small serving of oatmeal.
12. Four days ago the wind blew the rain fell, and when it was over, the temperature had dropped about 12 degrees. HeLLLLOOOO fall. Fall means running in the afternoon again. It means salted carmel mochas. I raised the blinds that have been shielding the kitchen from the sun. So now my kitchen looks out onto the back yard again, to a degree that makes it feel like you're in one of those observation blinds at a nature center.
10. On the first tbeautiful day I went for a run five miles to the gym, for Yoga. I was in the zone, feelng great, deep into my zen groove.
Then that little rat bastard chihuahua ran out of its front yard, straight at me, and sank its tiny little rat bastard fangs into the back of my ankle. Yes, it bit my ankle. Hence the term. Fucker. I completely, and utterly, hate chihuahuas. My grandmother had one, and it was old and crazy. It didn't have any teeth but would chase and attack me and gum the shit out of me, leaving a huge welt on my hip.
8. Every day with my morning oatmeal I have some of the cinnamon apples from the many pints I canned from the big apple tree in the back yard. With my kick-ass chai.
7. Friday night Sweet Baboo and I went on a trail run with some friends and Mini-Baboo. Some were going to run several of the 10k loops, and Baboo and I headed out together--his first run since finishing the last of the Grand Slam of Uktrarunning last Sunday. But it turns out even superheroes need a rest, and after one lap Himself and I snuck Off and had coffe (him) tea (me) and a light dinner. Then we went back, picked up mini-Baboo and dropped him off at his brother's place.
6. Saturday, i picked the last of our grapes, pruned the two grapevines we have, and made a grapevine wreath. Then I made five pints of grape jam. Grape lavender jam. Or tried to. Shit just wouldn't gel. So, I have five pints of pancake strip.
I'm also on instagram now.
I break, for a moment, for a cent picture of blind kitty: