Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I am still recovering from a very traumatic moment here. Yesterday I was shopping at Ross, which has a 10% for seniors discount on Tuesdays. So as I was checking out, the cashier asked me in all seriousness if I was 55 or older.
There's nothing wrong with looking 55 if you are. But I am not even 35 yet (not quite). I've had my fingers crossed since then, hoping no one asks if Esmé is my granddaughter. I keep checking the mirror to try to understand the question.
(If you're wondering what I look like, admittedly there are few photos of me on this blog, primarily since I am usually behind the camera. The most recent one is 2nd to last at the end of this previous blog, with my parents and Esmé.)
Moving on . . . I'm sitting in the lobby of the Eagle Crest hotel, since this is the only building on the resort with wireless network access. And this explains why I haven't been blogging much lately - we are in the furthest condo from the hotel, and I have to trek across miles of golf course to get here, dodging gopher holes and goose poop and wild critters like this 5-foot beauty, who decided to park in the turnaround in front of our condo:
Esmé is sleeping in her stroller (my gamble that a walk would put her to sleep paid off!), and dear husband is playing golf. It is a cold breezy day, but the game benefits the Boys and Girls Club, so sacrifices must be made, you know.
And that is life here in the Northwest US. Now I'm going to check on a few blogs in the few moments while baby is still sleeping. My poor Google Reader has been registering 1000+ items for several weeks now.