The light in our early afternoon sky is amber from all the smoke particles in the air. It has been this way since morning. Ordinarily this end of the day light is the most lovely. Except that it's not the end of the day and people's homes are burning. Over a thousand burned to the ground so far between all the firestorms in Southern California. Then there are the animals, wild and domestic, who must be in a panic trying to flee. Especially all the horses. I know horses do not like fire. I found this sad photo online. It was taken near San Diego. Fire is part of life here in California at this time of year. Some years are so much worse than others. Still one never expects THEIR home to burn. Thankfully I am tucked away up here in my corner of LA away from the hurricane force winds and scorching flames.
In more cheerful news my sister arrives in about an hour! The house is cleaned, the cats' faces are scrubbed, paws are clean, and they are all lined up looking their spiffy best to greet Aunty Carol. She is the quintissential cat lover. Each member of the cat posse will be lavished with positive affirmations and massages for the next week. Fights will erupt over who gets to sleep on her bed tonight. I'll try to keep everyone calm.
I have been instructed that our first stop will be to a market to buy martini mixings. In this balmy weather we will be doing lots of porch sitting and sipping in the evenings. (Judy are you sure you don't want to drop everything and join us?) Here's Carol immediatly after her last airport pickup. Note the eager look on her face. She is a Master Martini Mixer. That's no joke.
To ensure maximum atmospheric pleasure I picked up these ridiculously small juice glasses at Anthropologie when I got my new drawer knobs. Frankly I can't imagine a life size human drinking from them, but they do make gorgeous votives for the porch table.
And that, my friends, is a true story.