Friday, February 25, 2022
Tuesday, February 22, 2022
Laugh until tears from one end and pee from the other. That's what I got this morning.
I've been killing curious about what some neighbors are up to behind their house. Where I lived in NY, you had to have a building permit for every damn little thing. Down here, maybe if you wanted a helipad, you might have to grease some palms. It seems like every other house has some kind of shed, shack, or granny pod behind the main house. I have a pool that takes up most of my backyard.
After dark, from my bed, I can see some very strange goings-on a few houses away. As soon as I borrowed Charlie's telescope - yes, I'm going that low - they doused the lights and fires. Away on vacation perhaps? The place is normally lit up like a gas station, but the past few nights, nothing.
So, I thought I'd google the street and get the birds-eye view. I plugged in my own address first to orient my search and this image filled the screen. I laughed out loud and called Colin in for the spectacle. We both couldn't stop laughing.
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
Monday, February 14, 2022
Thursday, February 10, 2022
I'm not sure what's more important to me right now. Balance or impact.
Wednesday, February 09, 2022
The strong sunlight called me to dig the river basket out of the closet and take a look. See if anything needed needle and thread.
I took a handful of pictures and kept comparing the captures to the real thing before conceding the exceeding blue-ness of my favorites. What was that about at the time?
Anyway, I was about to pull everything out of the basket when the phone rang.
Shorty and his sore throat needed to be fetched from school. It was a good day to watch a lot of Larva and We Bare Bears. I drew the line at Pinky Malinky. They talk too much.
I am so glad to be able to do this.
Sunday, February 06, 2022
This tray got more consideration, beautiful blank slate that it is. Got a thorough cleaning for the first time in memory. Jude, you may have had one like it. At SVA, a painting teacher encouraged us to get this large enamel tray and give up the romantic notion of the quaint wooden pallette with a hole in it for your thumb. He was right.
This tool has Served valiantly. Beyond art, it has brought meals to bedsides and even did a short stint as a sled. Now I think of it as the Make Tray. Yesterday it staged a Lego project.
Nothing moves me. Yet.
Thursday, February 03, 2022