Back in the business of making bread for breaking, and loving the morning sun in my new kitchen window. Sophie started school, and Ian went back to work yesterday leaving me alone in the house. I had a nice 7-miler on the C&O canal, scooted to the hardware store, and made some killer pistachio ice cream. Sounds like a busy day, but it still left a lot of time to kill. I am missing my friends and my job in San Antonio. I anxiously awaited Sophie's arrival home from school from a safe distance on my couch--she is past the age where you want to see your mom when you walk out the door. Luckily the American intelligence community does not rely on 13 year olds for information gathering as she was unable to answer most of my questions with regard to her classmates.
Pom Diggity greeted her joyously, and even Makoa who had been on my bed all day without moving a muscle deigned to come down from her perch. Pom Diggity's joy was short-lived as he had a trip to the vet for a heartworm test. Still afflicted by post-microchip implant stress disorder he was a terrible patient. Nothing a little food couldn't fix. Remembering my trip to the vet almost a year ago to say good-bye to Piki I suffered Pom Diggity's antics gratefully.
Makoa's day of bedrest left her with plenty of energy to beg for salmon at the dinner table. She is rightfully spoiled in her old age.
Family for sure.
I have a job interview in a couple of weeks; we joined the PTSA; and we have some old friends in the area, like Mala, who gave us this beautiful bag of lychee fruit. Soon enough my days will be busier than I'd like.
Listening to the radio today I heard a line from the song "Murder in the City" by the Avett Brothers:
always remember there was nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name
It struck a chord in me, and I wrote it down, thinking to myself that you don't have to share a name or even a species to love one another.