random

Do you ever get a chance to listen to The Writer's Almanac? It's very interesting and I feel so good after I've heard it. Have a listen.

Pita bread is so disappointing to me. I chew it so very intently, searching for some kind of flavor. Any flavor. I never find it.



I'm obsessed with boots. I like this pair very much but they don't really exist, FYI.
I'm thinking boots could solve many fashion issues I have. I could be wrong but I won't be dissuaded. And speaking of being obsessed, the picture above was picked up by the following groups just moments after I uploaded it:

• Candid Mature Women
• Riding boots
• NEW Women in boots
• Fashion Boots in the street
• boot-foot licker-worshipping
• mixed wrestling
  

It would appear that I may have to have words with Ms. Hathaway. Again.



I can't help but think that it's the Last Syrah because he falls from this position.



K and I are occasionally stricken with The Dead Arm. And I don't mean the wine.

We took a stroll through Anthropologie the other day and K spied this recipe in a book.
It was our dinner that night.



It was good but it was missing something - like noodles, or rice, or a potato.

Youngest is absolutely in love with high school. Last night he came into my room doing a long, loping, dance move and swinging his arms whilst singing I am loving the high school!




I was deliberating this kind of vacation. A tiny island with water so close to the house.



This one looks slightly more hospitable.



Isn't this an ingenious little oil lamp?



Isn't this the sweetest little charm?



Oh, dear, it looks like Anne is not the only person I need to have a word with.


Thank you for all your good wishes yesterday.
I promise to tell you what I *can* about where I am working, I hope to continue blogging (imagine the things/people I'll see?!) and truly appreciate your support.
Middle is doing better every day and though it may take a bit longer for him to recover completely, recovery is in sight.