Mark called me into the kitchen the other night to see Pop Pop, enjoying the heat of the stove as it was cooling. Before you freak out on me, please know our house is always in a state to getting better, so that's new drywall unpainted in the back. Sorry for the mess. But look how lovely my Poppity is!
And these next pics were taken last week when Mark was doing a survey in Prince William Sound. Sure those pics might be beautiful, but how messed up is Aidan? I love that he just wears anything. We were going on a walk to see our neighbors because they have evening sun and we don't. Plus we love them.
He's wearing Mark's fleece pants and Mark's shirt. I love seeing pictures of this green world. It will be gone soon and then we'll be back to our normal whiteness.
Mark and Aidan and I went camping last weekend. Here is Aidan being pulled in the inflatable kayak. After drifting awhile, he fell asleep in the kayak. We Philpots seem to have difficulty remaining conscious. But we do love a good boat camping trip, even in the rain. And after it rains, there's nothing better than taking pics of Mark's butt cheeks as he cooks us dinner. Aidan doesn't seem to have inherited Mark's love of cooking, but it does seem that he's inherited my love of mocking Mark.
After dinner Aidan and I promptly fell asleep. It was like 5:30 pm. Then we started getting visitors to the sailboat which was anchored up in Seldovia Bay. The Dillons came by, then our thirsty neighbors Chris, Amy, and Kevin. We had food left over so we fed them and had beers on the boat. Amy had just come from a wedding, so had to wear Chris's giant Carhartt overalls and was barefoot. Cute hippie. Here are some pics of them all.
Byron sent me some pics of Aidan on one of the Sea Days the school had last week. The email said they were harvesting invertibrates. Whatever that means. Everyday I ask Aidan "What did you guys do today? Anything interesting?" Nope. Never. Unless someone gets stabbed with a pencil or gets a compass thrown at them. That's a good time I guess. But wading in some creek and looking at things doesn't count as interesting. Hmmm.
For some reason the pics won't load. Bummer. I'll try some cat pics. That might loosen up the program, then I'll try Aidan again.
Here's Poppity lounging in the sun. I KNOW I'm not supposed to let my cats outdoors. But honestly, we live inside from October to March or April. It starts getting warm at the end of April, though we still have snow. And when May hits, I'm all for letting the cats come with me into the yard for a few minutes a couple of times a week. I feel we all earn it, by surviving the winter.
One of my/our favorite movies of all times is "Hedwig and the Angry Inch." I've named a kitten Hedwig before. It's still his name of course. And we watch the movie lots. I would love to be able to play some of the songs from that movie one day with our band, or other people not in the band (?). There's a scene in the movie where Hedwig's band is playing at the Menses Fair, a thinly veiled reference to all of the women's music concerts. That's what it felt like the other day in Seldovia in the rain. Vito and Carina who own Cowboy Bar-B-Que asked if we would play when the 100 plus tourists came from a Holland America cruise ship to town. Having been on 2 cruises myself, it cracked me up to know that Seldovia was an excursion destination from that ship. Comprised largely of Japanese tourists, our audience helped us to shed our egos, as Jen put it. We realized that we're not very important, in the scheme of things. And that allowed us to just jam in the rain for our few loyal fans: Sharone Patrone, band manager; Ruby and Curtis of the competing band; Lilly with the shaved head; and some other young boys who probably wanted to see Mark sing "Everything is Broken" in that weird voice he has.
Pictures:
That's Jen, aka Diva, on the keyboards; Bossy Laurel on the bass; our fearful leader Rockin' Rob Rurka; Where's Waldo Janes; and me hiding in the back on drums.
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