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It must be 5:00 pm somewhere!!
Today was a laid-back Tuesday! We had our morning coffee, and I walked in the garden, getting mentally set up for Saturday, when we go to Tomatomania at Roger’s Gardens. Mary came outside and sat in the sun for a while, as she is not walking much right now.
Unbeknownst to Mary, I ordered a foot bucket to soak his foot in ice and also a device to help keep the foot cold. They should be here tomorrow.
I can hardly wait to plunge her foot into this device filled with ICE COLD WATER!!!
Then, instead of trying to wrap a flat icepack around her foot, she will have one that fits perfectly and keeps her foot cool for almost 2 hours!
Pain never stops the Enerrizer Bunny; she keeps on going!
Right after lunch—an aggressively glamorous spread of one hard-boiled egg and some cottage cheese—I chauffeured Her Nibs to her weekly watercolor class, where today’s masterpiece was none other than the St. Patrick’s Day leprechaun (or, as I like to call him, a tiny green man about to get judged by amateurs with paintbrushes).
At 3:00 pm, I arrived to pick her up and watched for a while, staying out of the way of splashing paint.
Busy artist at work!
But what was the subject matter today? The St.Patrick’ss Day leprechaun, which is a tiny green fellow who looks like he grants wishes, but mostly judges your brushwork and hoards your best paint water.
NOTE: This painting is NOT finished yet—Mary still hasn’t added her official signature. Apparently, the masterpiece needs some touchups and black-line drawing, so the celebrity endorsement is still pending.
It looks pretty gamazing to me, though. I’ll post a before-and-after once she finally blesses it with the autograph and makes it “legally art.”
Mary got scooped up by Precious, who needed to rack up a few more miles to appease the Smog Test Gods and keep her license from being revoked by the state of California and/or karma. So off we roared to Seal Beach for a totally not suspicious clandestine meet-up with Charlotte and Wayne—very” spy movie,” if the spies were armed with iced coffees and sensible footwear.
Mary was on a high-stakes mission: deliver Charlotte her latest hummingbird painting. The handoff was smooth, professional, and only mildly dramatic—no briefcase, no code words, just a beautiful flock of tiny, winged overachievers delivered like contraband art.
Charlotte loves hummingbirds!
We polished off a bottle of vino with Charlotte and Wayne and gabbed for almost an hour and a half—solving the world’s problems with the confidence only fermented grapes can provide. Then we winged our way back to our nest, got cozy, and settled in to hear the State of the Union from our great President… because nothing says “relaxing evening” like wine, friends, and a national progress report.
We then watched “Suits,” and Mary whipped up a light dinner from the fridge. We set a bedtime of 10:00 pm, since tomorrow is another zoom-zoom day!
Good night, Red!
