It’s not quite the countdown to Christmas here yet, but today is the CAT board’s annual holiday party at our house. We’re getting the place ready this morning.
Yesterday was an Iris day, and we also had a few visitors: next-door neighbor Jim came over with a gift loaf of of bread, and Lisa from Cutters picked up my touring bike — she was borrowing it as a sizing demo for another customer.
Anne was out on some errands, so Iris and I were on our own when our visitors arrived. We’d just spent some time in the neighborhood, and also in the backyard where we’d walked all over some fallen persimmons — it was all in our shoes like dog poop. We came inside and I took our shoes off, and that’s when I noticed that Iris’s hat was missing. Uh-oh, it could be anywhere in the neighborhood, but hopefully it was just out back — we went outside and it was right in the wet grass, and now my socks were wet from the rescue so I took them off too.
I got Iris’s shoes cleaned and back on her feet, but still hadn’t dealt with my footwear when our visitors arrived. So there I was, barefoot outside in December, holding Iris and a loaf of bread and chatting like it was the most normal thing ever. At this point, I guess it kind of is…
(Lisa texted later– they got the sale!)
Not much else going on.
