Lazy Weekends

Neither of us have wanted to go out and do much the last few weeks. Aside from work obligations and the occasional dinner, we've been spending our weekends in our apartment watching movies on the sofa punctuated with a yoga class or trip to the gym. That cocoon has been like a salve, but I'm beginning to feel just the tiniest bit antsy, ready to go back out into the world, tired of sleeping and drifting.

Just in time for the truly warm weather... Then I'll venture out of my cave...

But for now, I'm grateful I have the husband I have grateful to have the life I have. Sometimes you don't even realize how precious certain people are to you until something terrible happens and bam--in an instant you do.

In Arm & Hammer We Trust

Rod and I have three cats. We used to have four, but we sent Jubilee down to live at my parents farm last Christmas. Still, having three means that litter, food, and feline care are continually fascinating topics of conversation for us here in Brooklyn.

Last month before our trip down to Charlottesville for the Foundation For Cancer Research & Education board meeting we realized we didn't have enough Arm & Hammer specially formulated for multiple cat households (we're a demographic!) and so ran down to the Bodega on the corner of Henry & Atlantic to get a giant bag of Tidy Cats.

Boy was that dumb.

Because this stupid litter has no clumping ability and tracks everywhere so every time one of my long-haired feline babies climbs out of the box they spill the stuff everywhere.

So this morning, at Tazza, over coffee witness the following exchange:

Him: That litter sucks.

Me: I had to vacuum four times yesterday.

Him: Well, now we know better. We'll never buy anything but Arm & Hammer again.

Me: [Nodding but more interested in my Chai latte than the cats]

Rod: The thing is I think the Arm & Hammer clumps even look kind of pretty. They're perfectly round with a little indentation on the top... [Staring wistfully into his coffee.]

Me: You realize that's just hardened pee...

And that right there is one of the reasons I'm the luckiest woman in the world: I've got a husband who can find pleasure in the smallest things and beauty in the strangest places.