It's a sign?

Saw this when I was wandering around Massachusetts on April 18th. I have a friend whose last name is Babcock. I pretty much love that last name and think it suits her.

mmmm couches

We have a different couch now (as you might already know), one that doesn't splosh the sitters out onto the floor. I'm sitting on it as I write this, enjoying the couchiness of it. I like couches. They are important.

The cat there is Nora. She saw me walk out of my room and was unsure whether to flee or stay perfectly still in hopes that I wouldn't notice her. The poor dear. She's gotten so much better during her time living with us. I can just imagine her saying "Oh! Oh my Goodness! Oh Me! Oh My!"... pretty much most of the time.

The cushion behind the couch there are the remnants of the old couch. They are sitting outside at the moment, waiting more me to figure out how to make them less full of allergins, and then I will fix their old cover and do something clever with them.

Dactyl love

These Dactyls felt symbolic, warm, and fuzzy, as I arranged them on the book shelf. I had just gotten done rearranging and cleaning the living room, with Bob (This was on the 30th, also, the same day we got the couch). The Dactyls are so intrinsic to this family that people sometimes call Bob and Barb "the Dactyls," as a convenient way of referring to them, since their last names are different. I feel very at home among the dactyls, and felt especially at home after Bob and I worked together to make the home more homey. Home Home home.

Dactyls symbolize love and family. They especially symbolize Bob, but also Emily and Barbara, and this house. Here they are nuzzling. It just makes me want to nuzzle!

Green and Red

This is a haircut I gave Emily a bit ago, and the subsequent henna-ing. I've been meaning to post this for a while, and mentioned it some time ago, but subsequently forgot. I'm not great at remembering. But these days I have a little book in my hair so everything is easier to remember.

Cooking

This is Wilson cooking on April the 30th. It's not that great a picture, but I like all the yellows, and I especially like that he is cooking for me. I love when people cook for me, and I love cooking for others. Mmmmmm.

Rhubarb

Emily made some strawberry rhubarb pie, in spite of a bit of a fear of rhubarb. "Vegetable pie?" She asked. "And isn't rhubarb poisonous?" she added suspiciously. After I promised her she could beat me up if I poisoned her, we decided to make it.

I love my home.

Emily and Kevin are home for the weekend, for my birthday, and just generally to visit. They make me so happy. I was literally bouncing with anticipation the day they were going to show up, which was Wednesday night.


This afternoon we gave the litter of current foster kittens a bath. They are all so fluffy and precious, but they smelled pretty bad.

Predictably, Kevin was taking pictures. Since I had also decided to take pictures (kittens!) we were getting in each other's way whenever we saw the same good idea. It makes me smile. Kevin's camera is such a part of him, and it couldn't get in my way if he weren't hanging out with Emily and I in our bathroom, so it is obviously a positive thing.

I love them.

(Kevin's related blog post is here )