When Sari comes to visit, a trip to the Mall of Hysteria is a given.
And maybe a few more return trips to swop products. . .
On one of these forays she did find a stylin’ poofy vest from
Mr. Bauer’s, same place where a military jacket barked out at me,
“Hey you! Yah, you. Buy me!!”
Before any retail therapy, we fortify ourselves with
Wolfgang’s roasted squash zuppa
Guess who’s joined la familigia? And couldn’t be sweeter,
better-trained, and hella-lovable? No, not Sari’s Josh,
but the much furrier Tasha. Irene met and fell in love
with her at first sight on October 25, 2009.
Tasha was introduced to the fold the same day.
Her sense of hearing is phenomenal…
check out those batman-like ears!
Her swan-like neck finds a crook between your arms,
legs, or shoulder and nestles in there like a roo in a kanga.
Tasha tends to give squirrels her undivided attention
For a pure-bred Shepherd, Tasha is anything but aloof. . .
Irene putting Tasha through her German commands – So ist brav !
WORKDAY – CROSSING THE MISSISSIPPI FOR LUNCH
3rd Avenue Bridge at lunchtime
Recent rains affected the Mississippi’s flow. . .
AT GRANDMAS, VISITING WITH TASHA
Tasha was either wearing her ghoulish contacts for Halloween,
or there’s a Cujo in her ancestry. . .
That look she throws you, that twist of the head and stare-of-adoration –
irresistible! But as Cesar would say, exercise, discipline,
and THEN affection! Good luck Family, er, Uncle Pete!
Back in South Minneapolis, returning from our walk to Kowalski’s
with Sari’s 12-pack habit of Diet Coke in tow, Mr. Pumpkin Head lights our way. . .
A VISIT TO THE MALL
At Tucci Benucch, Sari inhales her baked spaghetti, while H and I split a walnut beet salad. . .
At the matinee for “This Is It,” a second before Helen verbally
whiplashes me for snapping flash photos in a dark theatre
(but how else will I capture any priceless expressions I whine)
“Why didn’t you just say so?” Sari asks, when I explain my photojournalistic blogging project. . .
Even little devils need a “pippa” now and then. . .
Sari and I before receiving our respective squirts of dynamic Sour Green Apple mouth spray . . .
Sari and I after receiving our Sour Green Apple squirts . . . .
Don’t be fooled by this tiny pilgrim, who shuffled up to Grandma’s door
and demanded real corn candy, not just any craptastic pellets. . .
Irene & Tasha & Leaves
Apparently, stray witches can just walk in, make themselves at home,
and root around in your fridge at will when it’s Halloween. . .
Sari thinks she’s paying me back for all the shutterbugging
Irene is polite, but understandably nervous, to the visiting witch…
Consulting Wikipedia for what to do about stray witches in your home. . .
Sari re-thinks booting the witch out, after all she did rustle up a mean turkey chili,
er, that was turkey meat, wasn’t it? Where’s Tasha??
Not to worry, Tasha is on the lookout for canine costumes. . .
Blinding camera flashes can take a toll on a bunny’s charm…
Spider Man looked like he was one step from a hold-up…
Some ninjas spooked the bejeebus out of us…
This cocky neighbor stopped by to see if we could spare any,
you know, hemoglobin, and such. We sent him away with a Milky Way and Reese’s pieces. . . .
But not before he took a shine to Auntie Irene’s carved pumpkin. . .
and the Cat in the Moon
Tasha crushes herself on top of Irene’s lap, confident she fits as neatly as a little pup. . .
Curious, how many over-dressed sugar addicts keep coming to Grandma’s door…
CIRCLING LAKE HARRIET
On our way around Lake Harriet, Helen and I spot onlookers staring upwards —
we knew what that meant — another visiting bald eagle !
Seconds later, said creature swooped down alongside us at eye level
and gracefully glided along the banks of Lake Harriet, a mere 20 feet away.
For some mesmerizing moments, his gliding wing span transfixed us all.
My only camera, a crappy cell phone, forgotten in the sheer awesomeness of it all.
After that spectacular fly-by, he zoomed back up to the highest treetop.
Some lucky canoers had front row seats. . .
It’s funny to see people walk by unaware of the beautiful creature
perched on the tallest, tiniest branch just above them. . .
Hopefully tiny dog owners are intuitively aware of larger aviators in the area. . .
According to my DC buddy, eagles have been known to snack on unsuspecting pugs. . .
Nearing the end of our circle, we pass the Bandshell, and random fishermen. . .
Ladies and strait-jacketed baby make their way around with –
look out! – two tasty pugs . . .
The Bandshell casts a serene shadow over the lake…
Irene explains the challenges of walking the snuffle-crazy Tasha. . .
Paulette’s little grandson Ethan and Mr. Pumpkin’s inspiration
How many times do you wake up and find one of these in your grasses?