Becoming familiar with the new camera and too busy with building a new computer for Caroline, today’s POTD is a lazy night shot of our parking area.
John and Caroline – The Reunion
I arrived back in Phoenix around 4:30 this afternoon but would have to wait until nearly 7:00 when Caroline finished work and got home to see her again. Just two weeks away, a minor awkwardness was felt between the two of us, which quickly went away. I am exhausted.
Caroline’s Companion
Murphy is cooling off her tummy after finishing her last half a can of Sea Captain’s Choice dinner. She has been a bit freaked out because she is alone in the daytime and probably thinks we have abandoned her. She has really taken to jumping in bed with me when I go to sleep for a little cuddling before I turn off the light.
Caroline gets Cooking
Can you tell who I was thinking of when I prepared the pani for tomorrow’s pani puri night (little hint)?
Well, the cooking really starts tomorrow, but for a while, I was sweating in the kitchen, blending mint and cilantro with jalapenos and spices to create the dipping sauce (pani) for tomorrow’s feast. John will probably post a recipe and a better description of this delicious Indian dish at some later time. Meanwhile, thank you, John, for providing support and advice lovingly over the phone while I was worrying over every detail. Wish you were home!
Caroline goes Solo
This is Caroline, filling in for John while he is en route to and from the Sunny State. I managed to drive myself today quite nicely which was an enormous mental hurdle for me. The coming two weeks are a huge change for me, of course, and finding new stuff to post every day is going to be quite the challenge as well. If nothing else, you will find out a bit about the life of “the woman behind the man,” so stay tuned…
Mailbox Fear
The boogeymen of mailbox thievery lurk in our neighborhood. I thought those thieves wanted our TV, cash, car, identity, hidden jewels, family jewels, and my virginity; heck, if they left all that stuff, they could have my junk mail. Maybe we should go back to the slot in the front door where the mailman used to deliver the mail, and kids pushed dog turds through; well, I did once or twice.