I think it's raining outside, but it's hard to tell with our windows. Our windows face other apartments and can be quite dreary. Not being able to see the street throws these city eyes off balance. We can just hear the traffic and guess, if the wheels sound like they're hitting wet pavement then chances are it is raining. But wait a minute, oh yes, it is raining, pretty hard actually. Really heavy rain, I guess, shows up well against the red brick that faces our window.
One of us is home sick and the other one wishes he was.
We bought these magnificent yellow and red splattered tulips a few days ago that are drooping right now in the most romantic of ways. Most of them fully open with the promise of lasting only a few more days, that welcome of death that only beauteous things of nature can produce. You know, that blaze of glory right before the sun sets or the brightness of a leaf right before it falls in autumn. I want to always have glorious flowers overflowing in our house.
Fink is wheezing as she lies perched on our kitchen table. Suppose she has a cold too. That makes three in this household.
The 15" beagle won in the Westminster Dog Show yesterday. It was our first Dog Show we've missed in several years. Check out the cuteness of Uno, the winner:
It's the first time a beagle has won the Dog Show. Doesn't sway us from our desire to adopt a bulldog though, just so you know. A list of potential breeders should be on its way. Yay!
And it's still raining out.
