Life

after six…

Heterochromia iridium

Sundays are good for several things,

Waking up at noon and going home early from work. Everywhere closes early around five or six so it always feels like everyone is at home relaxing.

Listening to the Moth at six on the drive home.

Hanging out with the kids  right when sunset illuminates the window, and it’s always a rare treat for me to have Joey sit so still for photos. (I can see why my mom thinks Joey is a female cat and always calls him “Joely” now. He’s got an effeminate quality about him. That top picture reminds me of an odalisque.)

My dead lucky bamboo enjoying its last days in the sun.

And best of all about Sundays, Phamily dinners. A collaborated effort by Mom and Dad, spicy noodles with crab meat and tofu (bun rieu).

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I heart Joey

I think my cat Joey is in love with me. Everyday when I come home from work and lie on my bed to read a magazine or if I’m doing something on the computer, he’d always come into  my room, plop himself on the floor in this manner and stare amorously at me. And most of the time, in the mornings, I’ll wake up to find him in my chair next to my bed, also staring at me. He’s so cute. I heart him.

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