Wednesday I had one of those moments. One of my clients opened a new gallery space so Roscoe, Ray and I met at the opening after work. It is a cool spot and I loved seeing my friends pseudo-outside of work.
The part of it that especially humored me was when I did the "soil tasting." This meant eating a piece of lettuce while sniffing (in a goblet) the soil that it was grown in - mixed with water. You can then taste the soil in the greens you are eating and feel more connected to the origin of your food. I was totally making the connections until we tried a piece of goat cheese (very small, Ray, don't be a hater) from the goat that was raised on the land and ate the greens grown in the soil (or something like that). That was a stretch for me but the excited and expectant face of the woman explaining this all to me made me smile and nod appreciatively. And yes, I did quite enjoy this, once again reassuring me that I live in the right crazy place for me.
And then today - oh how I wish I had a photo - Roscoe is looking such a child of San Francisco. I am at a conference today, so Ray dressed Roscoe and dropped him off this morning. He is wearing a navy shirt that is short sleeve with a fake long sleeve under it that is navy and cream striped. And then gray sweatpants with like a maroon and gold stripe down the side. We affectionately call these his "computer programmer pants" because Ray called it that when he wears them he looks like a computer programmer on the weekend. Ah, my boys. How I love them. I had to laugh when I saw the outfit (sorry, Ray), but Ray's response was that Roscoe looks comfortable and he (Ray) wishes he (Ray) could be wearing sweats today instead of work clothes. Good point, Love.
p.s. I got a pic before I published this post!
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