Month: July 2019

Seen on the side of a truck on my way to work yesterday. My new best friend. He has hip issues. BUT DO NOT LOOK AT HIS HIPS. He doesn’t like that.

Just the other day I was posting on Echo about which new instrument I could learn and I came up with the xylophone. And then I come upon this xylophone player. That thing is BIG. Obviously there are smaller instruments, but then you have a limited set of notes. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having a piano again.

Bodhi: Yeah, I’m going to bite you first chance I get. It’s inevitable. Comere.
Bali: Don’t even look at him, just look into my eyes. Shall we curl up and watch tv?

This is the window of a new store that opened a block away from my apartment. These items and this whole style is not to my taste but I appreciate the effort. Anything this delicate wouldn’t last two seconds in my home, and although I love the roses the cats would eat them first thing.

It does make me think of Beauty’s room in the Cocteau version of Beauty and the Beast, which I adore. (Scroll down.)

Actually, not my best year for photographs, sorry! I got there late and didn’t get a good spot for taking pictures. Plus, I was tired. And my knee hurt. And my finger. One of my cats has diarrhea. I’m almost finished with a really great book, and I don’t want it to end. There was nothing good on tv. It was just a tad too hot out. Trump is still … I can’t even say it. It’s really hard to cut my cats nails and they are way over-due. The grocery store was out of the dried cranberries I like. The supreme court decided not to make a decision about gerrymandering, so, so much for democracy, and even pretending not to be partisan judges.

So please forgive me for the less than great pictures.