Posted by on Mar 30, 2017 | 10 comments

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Okay, listen up out there.  I’m hanging on for dear life after struggling with attempts to get the Cat Solarium info on ANY of my posts and I finally figured out what to do.  I changed the name of the post from Apartment Living to Apartment Dwelling and voila!  Posted correctly and so finally you have the code and email of those nice people who invented the Solarium.

On to springtime things.  Mama is out there re-potting her little Supremo tomatoes, along with Steakhouse and San Marzano (for sauce).  It is really springtime and officially it was Monday, just after the change of hours made us all woozy with no enough sleep.  Who changed the hours anyway? And I know all the reasons, but since Monday, I have been lolling around at the wrong times and going in and out of the house at the wrong time and now I am sacked out when I SHOULD be helping mama pot.

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Hey, those are NOT tomato babies–those are NIP babies!  I think mama has the right idea…go forth and multiply.

But–mama just went out for a minute too get some groceries and came back all excited about a man who sells sea urchin down by the…er…sea, and he will arrive everyday at 11 am and open oursins and if you take your own lemon, you can sit there with a little bread and a spoon and eat ursions right out of their shells.  We French adore them, and I am sure mama will bring one home for me, too.  Just don’t let me near their spines!

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You eat the orange part, not the black spikes, haha.

Once, when their vacation had just begun, papa stepped on a sea urchin and was all ready to throw in the towels and go home to get his foot fixed, but mama found some gooey stuff at the pharmacie, sterilized her Swiss Army knife and…well…I won’t go into details but papa was a really good soldier about it all and the vacation was taken!

Well, we certainly have enough lemons for this jaunt…

Uh, oh, they are back already and the sea urchin were really, really small so they are going to wait until the little darlings grow a bit.

Also, mama took lemon with her and the seller said, NO NO NO NO NO. NEVER LEMON ON OURSINS!!!!!!!

Whoa!  Mama hid those lemons right away, you can bet your paws.

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You mean I’m supposed to help IN the garden, not on this sunny chair?  Think again, mama…