Easter, sadly, doesn’t really mean much to me anymore. I’m still trying to find my way, religion-wise, so I didn’t observe Lent or go to Mass. I don’t go to church on a regular Sunday, so I’d feel hypocritical going on Easter. In any case, it was a nice spring day, capped with dinner out and some time with Mom. And Chipper.
(you’ll notice that my nice brown haircolor is fading. I can’t win)
Chipper’s doing well. He’s a non-stop bundle of energy (read: he’s tearing Mom’s house to shreds), but when he slows down to below 30 mph, he’s very cute. Here he’s gnawing on a stick in my backyard.
Here he’s foiling my attempts to photograph him:
He’s almost as big as Max is…just much skinnier. Here he’s getting into Max’s business by standing on top of Max’s (read: my) sofa and trying to look out of Max’s (read: my) window. Max tolerates him. Barely. You can see the “love” in this photo:
BvP and I rearranged our bedroom furniture into the only OTHER configuration that would fit in the room. This means that if I want to get into bed, and BvP is sleeping in it, I have to leap over the footboard to get into bed because I sleep on the far side of the bed. You can see the rearrangement below, including the two non-Max creatures that live with us. Yes, we still have Misty (gray cat, left) and Charlie (orange cat, right). They are 10 and 8, respectively. I don’t blog about them much because they’ve passed into the lazy, middle-aged, borderline obese stage of cathood.
We have yet to tackle the wallpaper in the bedroom. My clock radio does not permanently stay on my pillow. And yes, that is a Mickey Mouse throw.