Well, she refused to wear one until she noticed that it got quite a reaction from the people around her when I successfully slipped it on her head. The little ham can’t resist an opportunity to show off.
Why am I writing a post about Scarlet wearing a raspberry beret? Well, I just have to. I can write about this odd week of sunny skies and cold air. This week of two deaths and two births. I get it – the cycle of life and all. The give and the take. I’d rather just take, thank you. I’d rather just take more and more people into my circle of life and not have to give any up.
Sometimes you just have to end your days with hot showers and blasting “Raspberry Beret” on your iTunes while looking at “Raspberry Beret” pictures of Scarlet. It combats some of the oddness I feel due to the conflicting emotions of this week.
Here’s some other friggin’ adorable pictures:
Speaking of oddities, today is quite glorious and Thursday and Friday are scheduled for some of that cold rain and snow. It may be bad but probably not. Either way, we went for a nice walk to downtown today to grab some of the generous sunlight that we had for the fifth day in a row. (But who’s counting?) Really, this kind of weather makes you feel like you can do crazy things. I ran into an old co-worker while I was sitting and enjoying a cup of New England clam chowder and an iced coffee. Scarlet sat next to me daintily eating peas. My co-worker remarked that I looked good and I actually felt that I looked good and relaxed. Last time she saw me I was probably pale and sickly under office building light. This time I was doing my thing under my own rules while wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and not business casual stupid-pants. We talked a bit about life passing us by without working for ourselves under our desired conditions. It made me paralyze a bit with fear and insecurity and inadequacy. Then I walked outside with Scarlet and thought about the time we spend together every day and about all of the beautiful pieces of the world around us I could photograph or write about. And then I felt better.
Walking home, I passed a house I pass often. You all may know (or live in) a house like this. It’s the kind of house that has Christmas decorations half-falling off the house, but still there, in June. It’s the kind of house that has dozens of large, empty diaper boxes toppling over on the already cluttered front porch. It’s the kind of house that has yard sales weekly in the summer, as if this family is in the junk trading business. Maybe they are. Anyway, I’ve never once passed this house and not been watched by someone or something inside. I think 24/7, a watchful eye peers out a window. I always wonder about this house and the large amount of human and animal inhabitants inside. Why is someone or something always watching the world from inside out? I want to tell them, “Hey…it’s better out here. Join me.”