Life on two legs? Overrated.

Whenever I sense slacking off in the office, I get in there and supervise.

Afternoons are made for napping.

Workin' the heritage vibe.

Bonanza! Now, who's got the giant can opener?

But why can't I drink this beer? I'm older than Uncle Dave, and he drinks beer whenever he wants. And he wears cool hats. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, UNCLE DAVE!

Snacking at the local salad bar.

Mini-Vacation Day 3: After lunch at a chichi brew pub and a sunny afternoon ferry ride, I'm back at home, relaxed and refreshed.

Mini-Vacation Day 2: Pondering imponderables by the water's edge.

Mini-Vacation Day 1, Part 2: We arrive at our luxury hotel in Victoria. I immediately begin "vacationing".

Mini-Vacation Day 1, Part 1: I'm packed and ready to go -- let's get this show on the road!

My well deserved mini-vacation starts tomorrow. I wonder if I should pack my bikini?

Camouflage: important when hiding from the paparazzi.

Post-stagette hangover: I blame the karaoke. And the six rounds of Kamikaze shooters.

Getting ready for Jennica's stagette tonight!

Still daddy's little girl.

Who doesn't love a neck rub?

There, right there...smell it? It's like, I don't know, flowers or something.

He's putting the leash back on. I guess the long-weekend's over.

Happy Easter! Now, where's that tasty rabbit everyone's talking about...

Off they went to the Vaisakhi festival. He came home smelling like paan, she wrapped me in Indian scarves. I guess they had a good time.

What postcard? Oh, this. Um...I found it in the mailbox? I'm pretty sure it's addressed to me. (Thank you secret poetry pal!)

The New Dog

Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come

this manic animal
whose innocent disruptions
make nonsense
of my old simplicities--

as if I needed him
to prove again that after
all the careful planning,
anything can happen.


-- Linda Pastan



(keep the poetry love going -- share a poem with someone!)

Prisoner of Guantanamo again!? Can't we play fetch, like everyone else?

Ha, ha! I'm on a park bench, just like the other old ladies. Now get me down from here before I break a hip.

Dozing in the sun.

Is this weather awesome, or WHAT!?!

Morning coffee by the river. Now, where's that newspaper? (taken last Sunday, because someone spent today at a photography course.)

Final Four fever sets in...Go Tarheels!

Hoist the anchor and chart a course for Bora Bora -- it's the weekend!

This doesn't look like a double-shot caramel macchiato with extra whipped cream.

The presence of this strangely coloured orb can signal only one thing: the imminent arrival of Final Four weekend. In other words, there go my walks.