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We spotted this odd rainbow on a drive through Sonoma. It was unusual (to me) to see this rainbow hug to close to the ground.

The new California Academy of Science in Golden Gate Park has become an instant landmark…it is also INCREDIBLY popular. Since it opened last fall, we have tried to visit several times, only to be met by amazingly long lines. And then the Academy did something ingenious…it opened the museum on Thursday nights…and made it adults only.  They served alcohol and played club music. They made it a hip destination.

When we visited, it was still crowded, and we couldn’t see everything…but we got a nice walk-thru of the major parts.  We didn’t get to go into the planetarium…so we will HAVE to go back. (I can’t imagine what the museum is like during the day, with kids running everywhere and strollers clogging the narrow passages.)

Well, yes, I seem to have taken quite the sabbatical from the blog. But hey…it was nice to check in every now and then to see Buster’s smiling face 🙂 But for Mother’s Day, I decided to venture out in the garden and send along a slight different perspective on the floral bouquet.

Hmmmmm, now if I can only remember what I’ve done since March!

It has been a week since Buster passed away, and I haven’t quite known what (or if) to post. The house seems so quiet without him…Buster was quite the talker. Dobie is still wandering from room to room searching for her companion. Jeff and I realize more each day just how big a role Buster played in our lives…he was Jeff’s reliable company when I was away.

So, I dug through some old images of Buster, looking for those silly moments that still crack me up. Buster was either right in your face (literally) or sleeping. Often, he combined these two, and would fall asleep with his nose inches from ours. His favorite spot in the world was either on our chest, or nestled into that cozy nook created by our arm, our neck, and the sofa.

In the days right before he died, Buster spent most of his time by the fireplace, and loved being rubbed as he slept. His little white paws slowly kneaded the air, just as he had done since the day I got him.  Oh, Buster. Old Crooked Head. Butter. We miss you. We know that somewhere, there is a fireplace for you to curl in front of 🙂

I took a quick work-trip to Colorado Springs this past week. My puddle jumper prop flight from Denver to the Springs was 20 minutes of nauseating chop. Ugh. The flight put me in a bit of an edgy mood, so when the fine folks at the Cheyenne Mountain Resort stuck me in a room with a view of the conference center hallway, I was uncharacteristically high-maintenance and insisted on a move.

My new room had a fine morning view of the infamous Cheyenne Mountain–the home of NORAD. (My only actual knowledge of NORAD is from War Games with plucky Matthew Broderick.)

Shall we play a game?