Saturday was spent painting our sunroom. Boy, painting bricks is rough, especially when you're taking the color from blue to white. When we put our brushes down at 2 a.m., I was dog-tired. Sunday was spent cleaning up before heading down to Oxford. I had an early Monday morning client meeting, so it gave my a reason to visit my family and one of my favorite places on earth. I could easily settle back into the Oxford pace. It made me pine for Jonathan. He loves it just as much as I do, and we don't get down there often enough.
Monday evening was spent rearranging my grandma's credenza (which I brought back from Oxford with the help of my sister and her fiancé) and hanging old paintings (also my grandma's). As Jonathan was pulling the credenza from the Jeep, he found a menu to Love's BBQ, which was one of California haunts in the '80s. It closed decades ago, but I still remember it fondly. The irony of the take-out menu was not lost on us -- the name Love's is enough, isn't it? And when you consider that the menu had been stuck behind that drawer for 20-plus years and then traveled all the way across the country to the BBQ capital of the world (by way of Oxford, of course), it really hits home just how beautiful life can be sometimes.
When we need a sign from above, we always receive one.
Twenty-five years ago Porter's predecessor, my grandma's black lab, Brandy, ate his daily meals in front of this credenza. Now Porter will hang out with it.