elliot's release.

elliot, the little snapping turtle my friend susan rescued from the road back in september, got released back into the wild today after a relaxing warm winter indoors at our house. for his new home, i chose the pond in our back field which is nice and muddy and full of bugs and tadpoles.

godspeed, elliot.

at his indoor vaction spa moments before his release

so this is the pond?

ah, this is more like it!

like a ghost thru the fog...

"and to those that i love, like a ghost thru a fog, like a charmed hour, and a haunted song..." - s. nicks

susan and kristi came to visit. it was so good seeing friends. catching up. sipping wine. being happy. jason made wonderful meals, fresh bread and wild berry cobbler. we bought antique hats, made an entrance at an art show, invaded a local winery, ate rita's chili, toasted a 67 yr old survivor, sent dinky dog off to her new home, and watched the sun set while the fog rolled in.

now they are gone. the bottles are empty. the sink is full of dishes. the dogs are sleeping. and the fog lingers as it has and always will. old timers say that for every day of fog in late summer, a day of snow that winter. it's been foggy for 30 days. i'm afraid.

me, kristi, emily (a 67 yr old survivor we picked up at the 12 west martini bar), and susan

kristi & me

amber adopts dinkerbell

mmm... bread!

odds & ends.

floods came back. for a day at least. we were lucky. not much damage. our ponds filled once more. makes for happy cows & pigs.

painted my kitchen yellow. "dandy yellow" to be exact. i don't know what i was thinking. it's so bright. maybe we'll be able to save on electricity.

dinky dog is doing well. she's (dare i say it) probably the best dog in the house. doesn't bark. she's housetrained, sweet and very grateful. looks like she might be going to her forever home this weekend. she deserves it. i will miss her.

and tomorrow i pick up my good friend, kristi. she's flying in from new jersey. then, on friday we will be joined by our equally good friend, susan. we're all sistahs and have known each other since we were bald. wine and trouble will no doubt be forthcoming.