It can all be so simple, if we just allow it be.



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Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...

Early Sunday mornings were once occupied by the droning commute to and from Miss Betty's house in East Oakland, where I would go to provide treatment for her starting to fail renal glands. This no longer happens on Sunday's. Instead, it happens on Tuesday mornings. 

Gladly now, each Sunday morning I've succumbed to oversleeping (whoopie, 7:30 instead of 6:00). I indulge in the Temescal Farmer's Market, where I pick and choose carefully the best looking bunch of greens at each stand. I take Devin to the Hardy Dog Park and plug my ears with every BART that howls above me. But best of all, I have my breakfast sitting down in the wonderful silence that is my home on Sunday mornings.

This morning, I had 2 slices of toast smeared generously with Earth Balance and organic raspberry preserve. I didn't feel like cleaning the espresso machine, so I cracked open a Diet Coke instead. 

Yes, that's how I roll.

As I ate, I was searching online for inspiring egg recipes, I came across this blog: simply breakfast

I want to live here and have these beautiful breakfasts every day, but because that won't happen, this blog will just be an addition to my Sunday mornings.

(photo by jen, simply breakfast)

RIP Camrun.

buy camrun.

by camrun.

bye, bye camrun.

After only having the 1990 Toyota Camry I named Camrun ("17 years old and still running!") for one month, I'm sad to say that she has died. She is now sitting idle in East Oakland where bottom feeders will rip, pull, tear from her any part that is valuable until she's naked and empty, like a turkey's carcass on Thanksgiving Day.

She was a good car, and I'm thankful we had the time together, even though it was short lived.

she is KILLING me right now!!

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can't

stop

laughing

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check her out!!

home.

Despite it all, this town is still beautiful.

bye, jinx.

We are saddened by our recent loss of our foster kitten, Jinx. After being in our hearts and home for the past 2 weeks, he was quietly put to sleep this morning once being diagnosed with a pericardial effusion; a diagnosis that has no cure, and symptomatic treatment is expensive and dreary.

I brought him home unaware of his delicate physical state, because I just knew Tim would be touched and enlightened by his presence- sure enough, he was. Tim immediately grew fond of Jinx, and the same for Jinx with Tim. The two of them bonded like glue. Jinx has been witnessed giving Tim kisses on his face, and also climbing great couch heights just to finish Tim's bowl of cereal milk.

He was only 11 weeks old, but was the most powerful and loving soul in the entire kitten kingdom.

Jinx, darling kitten with the stunningly blue eyes, you will be missed, my friend.

The sun is shining, the weather is sweet, yeah!

The weather couldn't of been better during this long weekend! We took advantage of the sun's strong rays, and hopped in the car for an adventure across the Bay Bridge. 

For lunch, we had the pleasure of trying a new restaurant in San Francisco called B Star- where we chowed and licked our lips with delight. Then we took Devin to Baker Beach, laid out our blanket and slipped into a blissful state of mind.