Blueberries on their Way

Last weekend was sunny and both cats spent their afternoons sleeping in the grass. Spit is back to her hide and go seek game and her favorite hiding spot is sitting on the edge of the bathtub between the shower curtain and the shower curtain liner. I never know what I am supposed to do with this game, but the other day she started in the bathtub behind the curtain liner, so I scratched her butt that was sticking out under the liner and she jumped over the edge of the tub onto the floor behind the curtain. I scratched her butt again and she jumped back behind the liner. Back and forth, back and forth. It is such a funny game and Spit seemed completely happy. Sometimes I wish I was a cat.

The raspberry is full of flowers,

The blueberries were full of flowers a month ago. The flowers dried up and left a base at the stem that is bluish and I have been inspecting them to see if berries will follow the flowers. Here they are,

My interview for that promotion was last Wednesday. I think it went well and I am not sure it could have gone better. It was a bright spot in a difficult week and I am glad to have a three day weekend to recover.

My friend turned 50 last Friday and we went to dinner Friday night. (I suppose that was another bright spot.) We met at her house and I got to see her super cute house in the North End. I like the North End, but it feels too crowded for me, although it was quiet at her house. Along edge of the roof of the front of her house she has hanging Tibetan prayer flags blessed by the Dalai Lama from when she lived in Guam. She has an impressive vegetable garden in her backyard. The vegetable garden was raised and in two long triangles with a walk way in between, besides being already full of vegetables, the design of it looked good. She has a big tree in her backyard that used to house racoons. A nutty old lady down the street convinced a bi-polar younger guy living a few doors down in the opposite direction to shoot the racoons in my friend's yard and they now appear to be gone.

That is Idaho, or at least Boise, an eclectic mix of good taste, worldliness, and spirituality, with Hillbilly craziness and practicality.