Rarely do I have an "ordinary" day. My first two weeks in Denver have been filled with socializing and exploration...oh, and the occasional interview. I've met most people in the church, and set up coffee dates. I've interviewed with a couple for a nanny position. I've seen the city--and i LOVE it! I've stayed up late exhausting all options on the surrounding city's web sites (to make sure I don't miss any of the festivals and events). I've reviewed the Commerce City city counsel meeting agenda, which is on Tuesday evening (I know-who does that, right?). I've sipped coffee and watched through a window as the busy city rushed past me. I've started reading Ted Dekker's book, Blessed Child--it keeps me up at night because I can't stop reading. I've been to a Rockies game on Faith Day with my church (Mercy Me played afterwards). I've been to a movie with my parents-Julie and Julia. I've been to a "FACE" concert at Flat Iron Mall's Summer Concert series. Mmm, and I've smelled the fragrances of the Botanical Gardens. Today I went to a Cat Show. Yes, that's right, a cat show...hosted by the Cat Fanciers Association. My sister opened her own "cattery" (that's really what they're called).
She breeds long-haired Persian cats. It's quite the hobby-a profession for some. At the cat show, Jane and I walked up and down the aisles looking at the most outrageous and unique felines. There are some crazy kitties out there, and they sell at $2,500 a puff...or for the hairless Sphinx, a skin wrinkle. Even though I was chuckling inside, I behaved myself the whole time. I was thinking of how Radhika would have responded if she had been with me. OK-I guess I did laugh out loud a few times with those thoughts. I should get a W.W.R.S bracelet. Too far? okay. I just remembered the time we were at the high tea. The ladies at our table were talking about all the High Teas they attended, and their etiquette lessons as children. Radhika joined in on the conversation bringing comedic relief..."We ate with our hands in my home." hahahha...
Oh yes...the cat show...well, I really can't make fun of the whole scene--i mean, i did...but comparing it to being on the swim team kind of justifies the breeders lifestyle. My friends thought it was so bizarre that I signed up to a summer of waking up at 6:30 AM to jump in a cold pool and physically exert myself in ways most people would never desire before 9:00 AM. And then give my weekends to camping (literally in a tent) and eating baby food (quick carbs) while waiting to hear my event number. Oh, and I won't go in to detail about the minimal attire. So, I can appreciate the cattery lifestyle. 
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