April is one of my favourite months, but it's also one of the busiest. Not only is it the birth month of both myself and my son, but it's also when several of my closest friends and family members celebrate their birthiversaries as well. (I did it again; I made up a word, . . . just like that!)
Starting it off, on the first of this month (six months to the day after Frieda died), as you must have noticed by my recent catcentric photo postings, we adopted a new cat, Reese. Reese is about as good as it gets. She is friendly, cuddly, tolerant of loud noises, and playful; she is also highly skilled with the cat box. She eats dry food; she eats wet food; she likes the occasional cat treat (but doesn't scarf them down); she enjoys some cat nip. She hasn't even tried to eat our plants. We made an excellent choice.
I thought I would pass on perhaps the most annoying exchange I've ever had with a stranger in public. I was at the checkout line at Whole Foods when I noticed that my tub of grape tomatoes was moldy. I wasn't quite up to the checker yet, so I turned to the woman in line behind me and said, "Would you mind if I just run back to grab another?" She looked at me with little enthusiasm and said, "Do what you have to do."
What the F**K does that mean?
I've hated her, that stranger at Whole Foods, ever since. She's got a whole backstory now as well. If you'd like to hear more about her emotionless, joyless upbringing, just drop me a line. Don't even get me started about her political leanings.
Another April breakthrough: Owen rode his bike without his training wheels. I'll put up a picture as soon as the resident photographer gets some uploaded.
Finally, it seems I always get a nasty cold in April. I remember the most heinous one was my final year at college, the year I turned 21. I felt like dying but had so many papers to do and tests to study for. That was also the year that Katie and Kalai gave me a Welsh coffee mug and a tiny bottle of Godiva liquor.