five senses tuesday

See.
-We loved watching The Band's Visit last night - such a great film.
-Two super cute little French-speaking boys in the elevator at the doctor's office.
-New photographs hanging on the brick walls of Antidote Coffee. If I was smart, I'd have jotted down the local photographer's name.
-An antique highchair behind our table. I took it as a sign.
-I read three chapters of If You Want to Write (and played on my iPhone).




Hear.
-Doug Burr's CD, The Shawl, in the car . . .
- . . . as well as Over the Rhine's The Trumpet Child.
-OK, unknown music playing overhead in Antidote.
-An "interesting" jingle set to the music of "La Bamba" on a Middle Eastern TV commercial.
-One wretched song after another in Walgreen's, such as Wilson Phillips.

Taste.
-I'm still thinking about the big mugga rooibos vanilla tea I made last night - extra sweet with a splash of almond milk.
-The last of the organic strawberries with breakfast. Those went fast.
-Iced chicory coffee, a nod to my Louisiana relatives.
-Apricot rooibos tea to-go.
-A Lebanese feast at Cedar's: chicken shawarma, salad, and hummus for me.




Smell.
-Johnny's cappuccino.
-My apricot tea was also very aromatherapeutic.
-That glorious old-book smell in Kaboom Books.
-Cedar's is one very aromatic restaurant, making us very impatient as we waited for our meal.
-A little Japanese incense to complement Evening Prayer.


Feel.
-If you have to wake up early to go to the doctor, this is the way to redeem the day.
-Grateful that the appointment was for nothing serious, though necessary. I love natural remedies, but doctors are blessings, too.
-My skin flushing a bit in the Houston heat.
-A/C, sweet A/C, inside of buildings, the car, and our house.
-Harley purring in my lap here; he's happy we're home. Milo is, too - he and Johnny took a nap together.