MeXscape

It was beautiful music. This morning I heard the low, flatulent bellow of a cruise ship for the first time since the swine flu freak out. There was a press conference at the docks celebrating the arrival of the cruisers after such a long absence. It's funny. I never thought I would find joy in the presence of something I have always found to be a nuisance, but absence makes the heart grow fonder.

You would think it deserved a name, but alas, we have to settle for calling it Tropical Depression 1E. Doesn't really roll of the tongue, does it? It was bad enough to watch from the safety of a sturdy, concrete house, but I had to make an airport run, so I was right in the middle of it – driving.

Friday, Chuck and I came home from grocery shopping. We unloaded the car and brought everything inside, then, because people were coming over, Chuck grabbed the empty case of beer and went to the Modelorama to get a refill. I came out to lock the gate behind him, and that's when I saw it: a big, ugly spider hanging out just over my front door.

Reku has a powerful need to chew. He always has. We have provided him with a long line of chewy treats since he was a puppy. This has helped to keep him chewing on approved items only, rather than, say, my favorite pair of leather shoes. The problem is there aren't a lot of dog chews available here in Mazatlan. Knowing this, we brought 900 large Greenies with us when we moved here, but that supply has run out.

When you completely forget your anniversary. Your wedding anniversary marking the fabulous date you married the most loving, wonderful man on Earth. The real milestone 10 year anniversary. Sheesh.