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Happier Times

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Because sometimes you need to remember the good parts to make it through the bad parts.

Crema

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Jonathan and I had a lovely chat this morning. We don't talk as much as we used to talk, I miss his voice, him, which causes me to appreciate these conversations more.

Today he was talking about the delicious cup of coffee he had made. Talk about bringing vicarious joy to me!

I have often lamented my dislike of coffee. The only good coffee, I assert, is muted in tiramisu. In other words, with lots of sugar and lots of cream.

What I do like a lot, however, is Jonathan's like (love?) of good coffee and his ongoing enthusiasm for the drink. I love how coffee houses became our way of exploring new cities, and old ones alike. Often the coffee houses would have tea, sometimes not. They would always be a destination, multiple destinations, that enabled us to find new areas, to walk to new destinations, to expand our knowledge of our temporary home.

Hair

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In a valiant attempt to recreate delight, we fanned his hair out. He was gracious enough to allow me to photograph it.

Jonathan with his hair fanned out

Kjollé with my Big Bear

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On our 50 adventures, in Lima, we were hoping for a last minute cancellation to Central. We didn't manage one, but we did have dinner at its sister restaurant.

Which is now my favorite restaurant in all the world.

I mean, how can an amazing meal with this big bear not become a favorite?

Jonathan Snook at Kjollé

Dolla Dolla Bill Y'all

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Eric had warned me a decade ago that parenting isn't what you think it is, and life will throw you those parenting lessons over and over again. This week has been a tough week, and I managed yet another one of those lessons, mainly that you often don't have the right answer, even when you should.

A few days ago, I found three dollar bills on the beach. I was amused by this, and handed them in some ratio to the boys. I didn't think much about them until today.

As we were walking out of lunch, L commented he wanted his dollar bill back. Hayden said no, he found it. I asked for the details.

L had been in the restroom. He dropped his dollar. He had lost it.

H went into the restroom after L. He found the dollar bill that L lost. Picked it up. Kept it.

L realized H found his dollar when H bragged about finding a dollar, as only after said bragging had L realized he had lost his dollar.

Us, at the Huntington

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This is one of my most favorite pictures of Jonathan and me.

Look how giggly happy he is!

Kitt and Jonathan smiling

Snowfall and Bare Feet

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When the front looks like this...

... the only way to visit it is like this ...

So much giggling to be had!

From His Eyes

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There are times when I see myself as Jonathan sees me, and I think that maybe, just maybe, I'm doing okay after all.

This was one of those moments.

Two Classmates Walk Into a Bar

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Okay, so, tell me, what are the chances that two classmates from Phoenix, Arizona, both end up living in the capital of another country? Let's be real, not very high.

Yet, here we are.

Jonathan and I went all the way to the west end to meet up with Brad and Lily, the former I hadn't seen in decades, the latter I had never met. Except there's a non-zero chance I had actually crossed paths with Lily, as she loves ultimate as much as I do. We might have played against each other at some game in the OCUA leagues, just please let her never have played for that terrible team that insisted I remove my jersey when I stood on the far sideline, because it "distracted their teammates." (Editor: no, she did not, she played at my level, not at the chump level of that team.)

Meeting up was more than a little bit awkward before we settled into reminiscing mode, and then lunch was just so lovely. I am delighted to meet up with these two, hear their history, learn about their kids, and just catch up. I am so hopeful we can hang out frequently soon.

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