Happy Anniversary

Today marks 7 years since the day that J and I met for the first time in person. We initially met online, as so many Silicon Valley-ites do, and our first meeting was at Printers Inc. in Mountain View. At that time I was working at my first dotcom and J was at a bigtime advertising company: if I wrote their famous three initials you'd recognize it in a heartbeat.

It wasn't exactly love at first sight for me as he was in the throes of a separation. I didn't want to get mixed up with THAT. I said, apologetically, "Let's just try to be friends", which lasted for precisely three dates. Okay, they weren't really dates as we were just being friends. So three meetings? Three excursions? Call them what you will.

I think the pivotal moment, when I changed my mind, occurred the night he was over my roommate's and my home for a dinner party and at some moment I spied him washing the dishes WITHOUT HAVING TO BE ASKED. Unprompted. I was stunned. Taken aback. I'm sure my jaw hit the ground. "Surely", I thought, "such a creature is not to be let go."

And I didn't.

Happy Anniversary Sweetheart.

My Sweetpea...My Princess

blue eyes, pointy ears
blonde puma slinking about
sound of princess feet

Popoki
"Kiki"
(1991 to 2000)

.:. silence .:.

light breeze, long slow breaths
summer light passes thru lids
napping cats mimic

---

I love writing haiku. This one was an entry for the Haiku Hotel.

Mayberry in the Bay Area

I ran into a sweetheart of a man at the bank yesterday. He eyeballed me driving one of my vintage mercedes benz and asked if I'd sell it. There's always a price at which one will sell, so I said, "Yes, actually I would."

That set off a long conversation which ensued in my being invited to his house today to see the work that he and his partner are doing on his vintage craftsman. Also part of the invitation was the chance to watch the Naglee Park Parade from his covered patio and then to a lovely picnic at the park around the corner.

It was like being in Mayberry, a veritable 1950's paradise, the parade and picnic. Darling little kids riding on their bicycles, all decorated in red, white, and blue, followed by all of the mothers to babies born since the last 4th of July. There was cars and trucks disguised as "pirate ships", children launching candy out of their cannons. A firetruck, a police car, and a dog that jumped through a hoop on command. Where in California does this happen but here? I've never seen such a spectacle. And I mean that in a good way.

I took mom along today, partly to get her out of the house and partly to persuade her that we might just want to live in the house that we're nearly in escrow on in this lovely, adorable neighborhood. Seeing people in such a neighborly way is heartwarming and makes me, more than ever, want to move into our house.

Colette? Gigi. Gigi? Colette.

We brought home a new kitten yesterday: a rescue Siamese kitten who is about 8 weeks old, chocolate point mix (maybe seal, actually), and a cute little girl at that. She was incredibly shy when we first met her and we were afraid that she might not fit in with our resident Siamese, Gigi, who is the Queen bee of the household. Gigi has only been with us for a mere 3 months or so and she, also, is a rescue Siamese, albeit a mix of a Blue Point and maybe a bit of something else thrown in.

Needless to say, there has been quite a bit of hissing and growling in our household over the last 24 hours. Gigi isn't taking it too well that there's another kitty in the house. I'm sure she smells funny, and "What's that she's eating (that I haven't got)?"

The little newcomer is eager to get to know Gigi...and is doing all the right things that an invading kitty should do, but Gigi's not having any of it.

We've named her Colette, a name which fits nicely to Gigi. We'll probably call her Coco, though, as that rolls off of the tongue a bit easier.

Hopefully the hissing will die down in the next few days to a dull roar or, better yet, a purr.