Litany of woe

We didn't get to go to Anderson Island after all. We were all packed, and ready to leave when my husband called to tell me that he was there--and the campground was FULL. Mentally, I was already on the ferry with an espresso from the ferry landing, reading my paper and thinking about sitting at the lake with my latest mystery. SPLAT--down to earth I came. It was very disappointing and frustrating; we have never had trouble getting a spot before--evidently many other people liked the idea of high 70s, water and camping. Ironically, it was the only time my husband hasn't gone over the night before to reserve a spot; we have become complacent, and he's also on a tight deadline at work. (office building in Tacoma) Then yesterday, I closed our adopted stray cat in the top of the garage door. Luckily, I just happened to be looking as the door came down, and saw her haunch and leg hanging out, getting pinched. I was paralysed with horror and indecision. I stopped the door as quickly as possible, opened it and ran back in to check on Eva. She was way up above and meowing like she always does--not crying. I couldn't get to her, even on a ladder, but worried myself silly until she finally came down and I saw her walking around with no apparent injury. Both cats enjoy walking on the garage door, and I am now terrified to close it. Since Grace posted her gorgeous pedicure, I will show you this picture of my henna anklet tattoo, done by my artist daughter. She wanted to practice because she may have a job doing henna at our local(but huge) fair in September--who better as a guinea pig than her loving mother. The tattoos she does there would be much less elaborate than this; it took her quite a while to finish, and my foot kept falling asleep. Our "lemonade out of lemons" story is that we are now going over to some friends' house for a barbeque. They don't have a lake, but they do have a slippy slide. Not quite the same, but I will make do and try to keep smiling.