well,
we-tim and i-are home alone with callie tonight.
callie of the newly minted fifteen-year-old variety.

it's a little like hanging out with your boyfriend and your roommate.

except that my boyfriend is out mowing our postage-stamp sized lawn with a push-mower and a pair of hand clippers,
and my roommate is making a smoothie with farmers' market peaches and asking me if back-to-school shopping is "going to happen this year."

we-tim and i-are bagging the whole dinner idea...
i brought the big girls who were here for dinner (the littles are off with nana & pop. one off to camp.) to the market with me.
the wednesday market has pretty wooden cafe tables and lots of prepared food; very upscale.

so we're bagging the veggie burrito idea and instead are making a meal of the best seeded baguettes, and all the leftover cheeses in the fridge, (please forgive the image of leftover cheeses; we're talking about fresh mozzarella, and some marinated goat cheese, etc...)
new pickles and sun-dried tomatoes, cucumbers from our neighbor's garden, last night's pasta.

and,
we-tim and i-are going to coerce callie into watching a movie with us.
not one of her movies. one of ours.

thinking about annie hall. wonder boys. i'm not there. something we've got on disc, can watch on the laptop, out on the newly mown lawn, on a quilt.

she may even end up with an arm around us and a head on our shoulders.

or maybe, we-tim and i-will end up out there looking up at the sky, the light on in her room,
with few dishes to do, and just one not-quite-child, not-quite-roommate, tucking herself in for the night.

right now, i'm not sure which i would prefer.

both.

xo,
tt