We are still missing our little Henry around here. I keep looking for him in his usual spots – on our bed at night or on the grey chair while Telfer and I watch Mad Men (how great was Sunday’s episode? Does anyone watch Mad Men besides us? Seriously people, it’s like watching a novel, I love it) or at the window when I back out in the morning. It’s just so very sad to lose a beloved pet. But then there is this crazy, wild, nutso puppy bouncing around the house. The first couple of days after I had to let Henry go I could barely stand to be in the same room with George – he simply wasn’t Henry – but over a week in – I am so thankful to have him around. I think I am a dog person.
Mom and Dad were here last weekend. The girls were so excited. We did the usual things – Bread Peddler, the Farmer’s Market but it was mostly a movie marathon – we watched Frozen, Despicable Me and Despicable Me 2 in three days – a very much needed downtime for us all. Mom and Dad brought their little dog, Max, who is the same age as George. Whew. Two puppies are kind of exhausting (but fun too).
Lately Reading: (apparently all tan/cream-colored books): Someone by Alice McDermott with my college girls. Lovely video discussion on Sunday. How have we known each other for nearly 17 years? An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith by Barbara Brown Taylor. I listened to this but it was so wonderful that now I am reading it in print. Dog Songs: Poems by Mary Oliver. Because I desperately needed to read this last week. And finally, The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown. I unabashedly think Brene Brown is awesome. I think every woman should read this book. Or at least watch this.