I apologize for the long delay between my last post and today, but real life has intruded once again.
Kate (Baby Cakes) and I are debating the imperfections in our pitcher of Bloody Marys. The beautiful pupu platter of chips and fresh California fruit looks like Georgia after Gen. Sherman's brief visit - and the sun seems extraordinarily hot for November.
Yesterday afternoon the gray sky in Carson City became too much for even desert loving Kate. So we fled like fugitives to the West Coast.
And free from the insidious influence of Happy Meals - we sit by the pool at my favorite resort.
Since my return to Carson City, Kate and I have reestablished our relationship - it appears that lack of contact enhances our respect for one another.
So while my dedication to this project may seem lacking, this Autumn has been filled with personal happiness.
We left the Coast early to avoid the morning traffic and are now within sight of the foothills.
A perfect weekend ended last night over lamb chops and creme brulee.
We are such an odd pair. But it is our uniqueness that forms the basis for the joy we find in one another.