More Rain

June 12, 2015 {163/365}

"A dog doesn't care if you're tired or it's raining. It wants to go out - and if it doesn't go out, it's going to be mournfully following you around the house." - Mark Barrowcliffe. Apparently, Piper doesn't care that it's raining or that she had major surgery yesterday, she just wants to play! She's supposed to be taking it easy and I thought the rain would would help. Nope! But I am so glad she's feeling better.

"Please, Mommy, I want to go outside and play!"

Sweetie

June 11, 2015 {162/365}

"Happiness is a warm puppy." - Charles M. Schulz, Peanuts

Poor Miss Piper hadn't been feeling well because of some nasty retained baby canine teeth. So today, my sweet girl had surgery: laparoscopic spay, extraction of six teeth, flushed tear ducts, and microchip - ouch!  It was hard day for both Piper and Mom. Tonight, she ate dinner and is resting comfortably with her new GIANT Lambchop from Grandma and Roxie!

What a little trooper! Even Dr. Leyla says she's a sweetie:

Clouds

June 10, 2015 {161/365} Clouds

"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time." - John Lubbock... In fact, I need to learn to allow myself more time to be quiet and circumspect, to remember that I started this Project 365 two and half years (and 891 photos) ago for that very purpose.

Tradition

June 9, 2015 {160/365} Tea & Sunshine

"There are few hours more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea." - Henry James

Today was filled with tradition and nostalgia, beginning with lunch with my mom at the Tea Shop above George Watts and Sons, a fixture in Milwaukee since 1870. My mom recalls lunching at Watts when she was a secretary at Northwestern Mutual in the 1950s. The tea room still looks the same and they still serve their signature Sunshine Cake. The day's nostalgia continued after lunch when we ran into Sister Nivard in the elevator. The sweet nun was principal of my grade school over thirty years ago and of all things, she still remembers my hair. Sister was at Watts celebrating her 91st birthday, but she still looks the same and she's still sharp as a tack. Mom and I spent the rest of the afternoon visiting my Aunt Bertine who still lives alone on the East Side despite turning 98 next month. Along with my cousin, Paul, we looked through old Larson family photos while Bertine told stories that I've heard many times, but still cherish. It was a lovely afternoon.