my sweet upstairs neighbor laurelscored me this book- “my dog is lost” by ezra jack keats on the street. one person’s trash is another’s treasure! i want to remember this book when i get too fussy with composition.

i’ve been walking my neighbor & friend donna’s little dog named mico the last few weeks while she does yoga teacher training. i’m not a dog person, but have fallen for mico monster. such a muppet. so very expressive with his little jumps and underbite and big eyes.

my sister wants a french bull dog and i finally laid eyes on one– so ugly cute! like a little gremlin! i can see why, jesse:)

feeling grateful for this weekend:
~nights spent solo painting
~charming teenage movies
~hiking bernal hill with christina
~strawberry rhubarb pizza, chocolate pudding, homemade chai & loving the tacos on the corner again!
~improving my spanish with oscar y jesus at work
~figuring out what to say to the men who hassle me on the corner, the polite choice- “porfavor no me molestas”
~book group! my pick!
~hugh rubbing my feet, cleaning the house and doing laundry
~tom’s vodka tonic nightcap
~scheming of opening up a gallery with christina & debbie!
~discovering the “chocolate factory” and a cranky parisian man {from paris, not france} who ended up giving me lots of free samples!
~watching a yo-yo troupe practice at the burger joint
~paint, paint, paint