Courtesy of Mutts cartoons
Things have a way of punishing you when you ignore them — all things, not just pets. For this trip the pets seemed to do fine with the cat sitter although they were glad to have access to the screened porch again. I am part cat owner, part doorman, part food server. They did gift me with one hairball. So sweet!
This is just one plant. There are 8 other ones just as fruitful!
The garden wasn’t as forgiving. I came home to a revolt of the tomatoes. All summer they were disciplined. They ripened in a rhythm that I could keep up with. Not so when I left. When they saw the car go down the street they ripened as if they were doing the happy dance on steroids. Or perhaps it was the rumba!
Laundry grows exponentially. I can’t believe the laundry we go through on vacation. First you have to wash everything you took because…well, just because. It all smells like the seashore which is part fishy and part salty. Of course if I would only take the clothes I need, that would cut down some but that’s not in the cards.
I can picture myself floating around with a drink in hand.
At least I stopped taking caftans. In my fantasy world, I see myself drifting around in sexy caftans with dazzling sandals. I don’t even wear that at home! I keep working on merging my fantasy world into reality but you need a place to retreat to sometimes.
Sand, sand everywhere. Just before bed I noticed our bedspread at home was full of sand. Don’t know how it happened but it did. I think the cats were working on a sand castle. Sigh.
During my absence all the summer help at Starbucks resigned to return to school. For my first visit it took 20 minutes to get a coffee. The new crew was clueless. It will get better within a week but I have a new batch of names to learn.
Emails – yikes! I missed so many “last chance” sales. Oh my! The notices promised that this would be the last time this item would be on sale…ever. No worries though. There will be more last chance sales this week.
And the weather….wow! We had a low in the 40s last night. That was a shock from the 80s at the beach. The beloved husband cranked on the heat! This week is supposed to be seasonal. I wonder if the weather gods know that.
Views and Mews by Coffee Kat 
Reblogged this on athingirldotcom and commented:
I rarely reblog, but I found this funny and fascinating. Enjoy 🙂 Susannah
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I can just see all of your cats waiting…pacing by the door. Tomatoes make me think of my grandfather who had huge plants he treated like babies…you can make lots of sauce and freeze it. My mother did that,,,she’d date all the containers. It must have been so nice just to get away. You always come refreshed regardless of the trouble it always takes to leave. Welcome back…
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can I have that dressing gown too please … maybe in xxl so it’s really nice and comfy … and yes a cocktail too, maybe a bloody Mary as your tomatoes are looking good
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See, that should teach you never ever go away again. Love Mooch cartoon and your caftan.
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If the world were only like a bookmark. You mark your place. When you return, nothing has changed and you begin your story anew.
On the bright side, you have lots of tomatoes for a BLT, tomato soup or gazpacho. 🙂 Welcome back, Kate.
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Too many of the tomatoes were overripe but there are still some for all those wonderful things.
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Welcome home! I must check out the book you mentioned above – :”When Good Boobs Go Bad>”
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Have fun with all those tomatoes. I’m
with envy!
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And now the question of the day . . . name 3 differences between a caftan and a muumuu.
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ummm….one is long and flowy….hmmm….both are long and flowy. Ummm….when I think of muumuus I think of overweight Hawaiian women. When I think of caftans I think of Lauren Bacall and sexy women. Other than that, I haven’t a clue.
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Me neither . . . I was hoping you’d know the difference. 😉
But I think you’re on the right track with your Hawaiian women vs. Lauren Bacall differentiation.
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Vacations are great. You come home, you hug your house, you tell your pets how much you them, and then you go “Crap. I’m home.”
Oh and I think you gave me a caftan fantasy too. 😀
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The caftan…oh yes, with sparkly sandals and drink in hand dahling! So Gatsby!
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Ha, I actually have a caftan. I am waiting for the sexy part to arrive. The vacation after glow did not make it during the drive home.
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I would be surprised if there was any after flow after a 6 hour trip!
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Yum, love those tomatoes. I had more than I could eat this year to and made fresh tomato soup (basil and dill varieties) which I froze. Nothing like that with a grilled cheese sandwich in winter. Come for lunch :-)!
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Yum is right!
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Sometimes you need a vacation from the vacation you just came back from, just to catch up on all the things that happened or need to be done while you were gone. I too feel the need to pack more than I need and then wash it all when I get back. I hope you can salvage some of the tomatoes.
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Once in a while we do a staycation and just stay at home and try not to work on anything. It’s very fulfilling. You don’t even need a whole week of it.
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yes I find maybe an extra day or two after a long vacation is just what is needed to get you back to reality.
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There should be some rules about re-entry…don’t know how to put them in effect, but really think this is a glaring omission in the rules of vacation.
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Yeah, really. I think we had a hard splash down.
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There’s something wonderful about coming home, isn’t there? Then, the reality sets in .. that you still have to take care of everything, once again!!
MJ
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When I worked, it was always interesting to see how long that vacation glow would last. I always felt lucky if I could keep it for the entire first day back.
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That’s one amazing crop of fruit you’ve got going there. Hmmm, sand in the bed, maybe it was you and not the cats – that sand gets into everything
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I am betting that someone put the luggage on the bed to unload although no one is admitting it.
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A hairball is a nice gift, trust me!
Purrs
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Yes, indeed! It was very tastefully done.
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=^.^=
Thank you for your wishes for Milou’s birthday!
Purrs
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Oh what I wouldn’t give for a couple of those tomatoes! You know, I’m house trained and I rarely cough up hairballs, so…I’m the ideal guest.
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I would send some down but they are mushing fast. As beautiful as they are, most are overripe. I am really impressed that you are house trained. So you pee inside the box, do you? BTW I finally bought your book (Kindle version) when I got back. Looking forward to reading it. Love, love, love the title. You have my kind of humor and that is downright scary! (For anyone reading this it’s called “When Good Boobs Go Bad — A Mammoir” and it’s about her experience surviving breast cancer.)
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