the mobile age

P and I got new phones. And by new phones, I mean, mini-computers I can make a phone call with. It's disturbing and fun. I have also set this up so that I can blog from my phone. I can't ever see myself needing this feature, but why not set it up.

Burgeoning new beginnings. Gym. Good Night Sleeps. A smattering of nice things. Enjoy the fall that's coming to you.

ms .holly

 
Ms Holly passed away earlier this year. I found this photo of her--and I think she looks pretty in this one. She was getting so old and creaky, that she lost some of her perk, but in this picture, I think you can imagine her eyebrows going up and her ears peaking just to hear what we were saying.

This week I am to take care of our remaining childhood pet, Kisa. He is almost 21 years old. I am so afraid he will die in between my visits and I will feel awful because I wasn't with him constantly. He is definitely living on social interactions and food. He eats a lot more than he used to. He yells a lot more than he used to.

All hail childhood pets for putting up with our growing and leaving, for enduring pokings and embarrassing photos, for being able to love us all the same.