It's the end of a long summer

Oh Santa Fe

End of Week One of Rehearsals

New Hairdo

Oh, Santa Fe

This has been the most social week I think I've had in years. Matt and I got to Santa Fe on Sunday last week and had dinner with all 9 stage managers. Then Monday, we had a welcome to Santa Fe party thrown by our boss, Jen. Then Tuesday we all went out to a bar to celebrate the intern's birthday. Wednesday we went out again. Thursday was a viewing of Platee, one of the operas we're doing. Friday we stayed late at work gossiping, and Saturday Rory threw a party because we all just hadn't hung out enough yet.
Holy crap. It's going to be one of the best summers of my life.

Hello, little Iris

Bob Dylan's girl

Bob Dylan had a girlfriend named Iris at the cattery where he came from. Now she's coming to live with us today. I hope it's not a huge contest of fur flying madness. Welcome, Iris!

Newer photos of poopsie

Look! We have a bed now. No more college-type mattress on the floor for us!

Oh, the kitchen in bright, sunny yellow.

Oh, it's the little loft reading area....
Finally, Shawn's books come out of storage...

Pretty blue living room.....

The end of Cesare

Oh, quite possibly the worst show ever. And it's done as of tomorrow....

It's starting

Slowly the sun has begun to make it's way into Poopsie. It's amazing, really, how much of a difference a little sun and warm weather makes us all feel.

Bob Dylan has no idea why he's so happy. It's not the new kitty door, it's the sunshine filtering all throughout the house. The kitty door is the bane of his life. He hates it, and I'm scared he'll never poop again now that the litter box is in the basement proper.

Why do you look so happy, Mom?

Oh, that's right.... after raising three children and unexpectedly having to go back to work 22 years ago, you're done. That's right, you can go early. In fact, why don't you just retire today. Sure! Why not? We'll pay you till your actual retirement day.
CONGRATULATIONS, Mum! Happy Retirement!

He stayed

Bob Dylan is coming to visit today

Today's the day that Dillion comes to visit and see if we all get along. I really hope we do because I've been wandering around work all week long saying, "Come here Bob Dylan, here here Mr. Tambourine Man!" I've tried out, "Matt Dillion, do you want some cheese?" "Dylan Thomas, don't eat that plant!" I believe that Bob Dylan works better than all the others. Since the cat is almost two, I don't feel it's right to chance his name, so I'm stuck with the Dillion part.
Let's hope it works.....

Christmas & Frank

Frank had to wear a cone for two weeks after having his good eye had some work done. The other eye that was removed a few months ago is screaming now for a wonderfully bright pirate patch. I'm unsure of my color choices....

Christmas at home with the boys.


Oh, I haven't seen Keith in what feels like 15 years. OH, Martin. How far away you all are from me.

To replace the animals we have lost

I bought Shawn a litle chipmunk from Archie McFees. Yippy!

This is Tony. Shawn and I have enjoyed feeding him and watching him bury nuts while we sit on Poopsie's porch. Tragically, we were also housing him.

Oh Tony! You of the chewing, chewing, chewing. The squabbles we could hear you having with the rest of the family at a point in our roof where we seriously thought you guys were just hanging out. Shawn and I were in doubt, big time. We never thought you could so successfully gnaw at the house to create not one, but FOUR very large holes. I know you need someplace warm to go, but not in a place where you could potentially gnaw through the electric cords and burn my house down. Oh, and I'm scared that large volumes of your poo will rain down on my head someday while I'm watching the Gilmore Girls.
This little guy is Itchy and Scratchy. He came out of one of the squirrel holes, too! We're so happy he decided to come out because he wakes me up every night with his, "scratch, scratch, gnnnnaaawwww" I always role over, poke Shawn, and say, "Is it inside?" See, because we thought we found his little hole. And Shawn always says, "nooooooo, it's outside." I think to make me feel better and also so that he can go back to sleep. Once again, visions of poop dance through my head.
Ok, so this is home ownership.