Bopcha Blog

I don't know why I read the blog in the morning. It tends to make my makeup run when I get sad news. And KC, the Borzoi photos are beyond beautiful. You are an artist. Who would believe that the sister with whom I worked pasting horse parts to make pictures on the wall of the basement would end up so gifted in a media we had so little experience with (except in posing for Mother's beautiful pictures of us). Honestly, it's all I can do not to beg for one of your puppies when I see your photos. Luckily, I get a grip when I realize how much work all dogs are.



And then, of course, I read Tom's email with the attachment about Vets and I teared up again.



Sandra, it was such a treat to see you and Sid. You are so funny and adorable (and hopelessly fit). I would comment about my brother, but he leaves me speechless.



Noah left for L.A. yesterday with two of his buddies from college. Neither are basketball players, so I have never met them. One is from L.A. and is turning 21, so the boys are going down to celebrate. They are staying with the soon-to-be 21 year old's parents, so I'm hoping that the celebration will consist of Kool Aid and cupcakes. Yes, I am delusional.



Jessica is working this weekend as it is a BIG SPENDING retail extravaganza weekend. We will no doubt catch glimpses of her.



I am enmeshed defending a big complex lawsuit at the moment, so Bill and I cancelled our plans to go to Corvallis this weekend. Kay is zipping down in her new car, however. I mailed Mother the baseball tickets so there will be some Beaver fanatics from our family at the game.



Buster the cat lost almost a whole pound last month. The vet put him on a diet and it seems to be working! We are thrilled with the vet, she calls us at home to check on Buster and then congratulates us on being good cat parents. Tell Nina about this useful tool so that when she becomes a vet she can have good marketing skills.



Alex and a stick and a dog. Sounds like his Godfather at that age.



Love,

Dee