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Monday, February 26, 2007

Charming

Charming has become one of my favorite words. It's just it ellicits such a good feeling - warm, old-fashioned and happy, I imagine sipping mimosas and calling the small boy holding his mother's hand charming. My Sunday was charming. Bud and I took the dogs for a hike in the warm woods after a rainfall. I don't think the woods ever smell better than after a rain, in the sunshine. Copper splashed through the creek and acted like he could! not! get! enough! After our hike, I had a looong phone consultation with a woman who's friend had lost his pug - a charming little black dog. And then after that, Bud and I went exploring in 5 Points. A part of Birmingham with shops, restaurants and eclectic stores. We stopped into a well known cafe and I had a glass of 3 Blind Moose Pinot Grigio, while Bud had a beer and we shared a basket of chips and homemade salsa. It was, charming. Our waiter seemed new or nervous or both, and repeated my order to me as "3 Blind Mice Pinot" and even though I can see why he was confused, I found it so funny. And the people watching - oh the people watching. I've always thought that counting people watching as an activity was kind of lame but that was before my glass of wine and 5 Points. Bud and I spent no less than 5 minutes debating whether or not a guy was homeless or just a hippie. I said hippie, he said homeless. It was hard to tell though - the church across the street had several homeless men, maybe waiting for the shelter to open? - and so determining between the two was tough. I laughed when I saw a little dog lift it's leg and pee on a tree. I pointed it out to Bud and said, "well he's not shy" or something to that effect. To which Bud replied that the dog was not peeing on a tree but the cross in the church yard. That was funny, but not charming. Below is a picture of us in front of "The Vulcan" - god of fire and metals - statue, our last stop. You can't see it, but the statue isn't wearing any pants and so when we pulled up I giggled and told Bud I could see the Vulcan's booty. I think I bring a lot to this relationship.

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