// Sunday / Morning kisses by the kitties / Reading in bed / Sly plays classical music — really loud. / I open the screen door to the deck (sorry neighbors) / We let the kitties outside. / It’s cool outside. Fall is here. / Sly cooks bacon, bought at Union Market yesterday afternoon. We don’t each much bacon (on account that I am obsessed with pigs) but this is special bacon bought from Harvey’s. / We make B.L.T’s with eggs (B.L.E.Ts as we call them). / We run out of mayo. Sly makes some more…from scratch. It’s amazing to watch mayo being made. I’m spellbound (and a dork). / P.S. These are the best BLETs we have ever had. / I sneak Max the tiniest bit of our special bacon. He thanks me by rubbing his head in my hand over and over. I tell Max to go outside and play, and he does. / There are tons of tiny birds in the mangy tree that grows beside our upper deck. I hate and love that ugly tree. Hate it because it looks like a weed with branches. Love it because it makes us feel as if we live in a tree house. / I make the coffee. This is usually my job. Sly does all the rest. / We pull out all our produce from our CSA and plan menus around them. / I have never seen some of these veggies before. WTF is a ‘Cucuzza?“/ I edit photos./ We get ready and go shopping for the week. / Costco sucks on Sundays / Sly preps the honey lavender marinade for the chicken tonight. (recipe below) / I edit more photos / We sort of tidy up a bit and I get really OCD so I stop / I wear sweatshirts and leggings and slippers all day / We eat dinner on the “family bed” which is what we call our corner of blankets and pillows piled in the living room. We built it many weeks ago to have a “slumber party” and have yet to put away. We are so bohemian. / We watch the latest SNL, and cuddle with the kitties. Then we head to our real bed and read until we fall asleep. / Insignificant moments. A typical Sunday. These are the are ones I want to remember most.//
Recipe below
