Oscar and I had the house to ourselves tonight. Mike went out to do boy things with his stinky boy friends. Wait. That didn’t sound right. Mike went out with buddies, Dan and Patrick, to do stinky boy things. Much better. Of course I had plans to dig, dig, dig in the garden, but somehow, Oscar and I never left the couch. How could we with all that interesting TV on? Blech. The TV is stinking it up right now and I’m missing hockey.
On the plus side, I’m conserving my energy for my road trip on Saturday to Mission, home of Eco the puppy and Starr the big girl dog. Once I get to Eco’s and Starr’s place, Denise and Cynthia and I will all head over to Hysterical Abbotsford for some fabric window shopping and a lunch date somewhere near the Farmer’s Market. That alone warrants a big of conservation of the energies. It’s going to be a big day.
And I’m very close to finishing the book Eat Pray Love. As much as I didn’t want to like it, I really have been enjoying it and even started meditating for 15 minutes every morning since I started reading the book. The author’s writing style is funny and while I have no desire to move to an ashram (too many chores.) I loved reading her stories about her travels and her spiritual journey. My reason for not wanting to like this book? A certain big time talk show hostess recommended it and I rarely agree with her shmoopy recommendations (or her bogus ones at that. Oh! Burn!). Oh dear. I’d better meditate about those hard feelings.
Important note: Oscar is a black kitty, but he looks brown in this light. Weird!
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I LOVE the picture! Black cats have the cutest-looking lips ever. What a cutiepie
Looking forward to seeing you on Saturday for a hysterical shopping trip day!
And isn’t Eat Pray Love great?
I’m sorry but Im sorry but I really didnt get Eat Love Pray. I couldnt finish it. I just couldnt get through her whining about her love life. I cheated which I almost always never do and read the end that she was one an island and found love again. Yuck.
I just got angry reading the first few chapters. I really dont like the whole, Woe Is Me thing. It reminded me of the whole 90s dogma that I bought into in my 20s. It was helpful then but Ive been there done that. I have to admit that I didnt read the whole book so I really cant judge the entire thing. But it was really much too painful for me to get through.
Meditating everyday is a very good thing! Maybe you can give me the Coles Notes version ;0) Im sure she eventually stopped feeling sorry for herself. But as far as I read I just thought, at her age, why is she going on and on get over it.