Polly's Girl

I got home last night, tired as hell, and promptly slipped on the ice and smashed my knees. I swore and gasped and cried my way into the house where Owen greeted me, got me on the couch, clutched my face and said, "What do you need Mom? Ice, Ibuprofen, wine?" God I love that boy. I did all three starting with ice but I am stiff and sore today. So be CAREFUL when you come to the house concert tomorrow night, o.k? There's a spot in the walk by the alley that is low and it always fills with water when things melt and becomes an ice slick when it freezes.

I am SO looking forward to the house concert with Eric Brace and Peter Cooper tomorrow evening that I am not even worried. I'm not even worried about numbers, or food, ice on my sidewalk, or the cleanliness of my house. I did start wondering about weather though....so am looking at forecasts. There's a storm plowing through south of her today but hopefully by tomorrow things will be good. See? I KNEW I could think of something to worry about! I'm not Polly Voelkl's daughter for nothing!

And in spirit of throwback Thursday...and some before and after cat pictures my friend Jeff sent me...I give you Bob: Then and Now. I sure  hope Peter Cooper stocks up on his anti-cat allergy drugs before he gets here....