It is eating ONE OF MY TOMATOES!!
So this is how they repay my kindness.
Unbe-flippin-lievable.
August 5, 2009
What the shit??
Do you see what I see?
It is eating ONE OF MY TOMATOES!!
So this is how they repay my kindness.
Unbe-flippin-lievable.
It is eating ONE OF MY TOMATOES!!
So this is how they repay my kindness.
Unbe-flippin-lievable.
Canadian cabin cookery
Beef roast!
Pasta!
Thawing the pork chops . . .
Barbecuing them . . .
DEVOURING THEM!
Mmmm, fat-free, low-sugar, bran health cookie. Coffee. Iris Murdoch.
Greg deals with a chicken.
Chicken joy!
And . . .
Samosa satisfaction at the Kingston farmers market.
I wanna go back! NOW!
August 4, 2009
It's legit!
My friend's new driver's license pic.
They are permissive about such things at the Nova Scotia Registry of Motor Vehicles—you should see his old license!
But, oh boy—is he ever in trouble if he gets pulled over by the Mounties (notorious jerks).
They are permissive about such things at the Nova Scotia Registry of Motor Vehicles—you should see his old license!
But, oh boy—is he ever in trouble if he gets pulled over by the Mounties (notorious jerks).
Books I almost bought but then didn't
The Secret World of Teddy Bears: A Rare and Privileged Glimpse into the Lives They Lead When You're Not There.
Cattery Design: The Essential Guide to Creating Your Perfect Cattery.
An Exegetical Grammar of the Greek New Testament.
I am susceptible to lapses in judgment at Value Village.
Cattery Design: The Essential Guide to Creating Your Perfect Cattery.
An Exegetical Grammar of the Greek New Testament.
I am susceptible to lapses in judgment at Value Village.
August 3, 2009
Cape Split
SOME people tend to kick themselves in the ankle quite a bit when they hike through the woods.
It's worth it though.
Bay of Fundy, Nova Scotia.
It's worth it though.
Bay of Fundy, Nova Scotia.
August 2, 2009
Dolce domum
First day back in New York:
My own favorite iced coffee in my own favorite glass.
The Wind in the Willows read on the bench by the window.
Trimming the mint.
Making iced tea for the fridge.
Homemade soup.
The washing and drying of the swimsuits.
It's not so bad.
---
The weary Mole also was glad to turn in without delay, and soon had his head on his pillow, in great joy and contentment. But ere he closed his eyes he let them wander round his old room, mellow in the glow of the firelight that played or rested on familiar and friendly things which had long been unconsciously a part of him, and now smilingly received him back, without rancour. . . . He saw clearly how plain and simple—how narrow, even—it all was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him, and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence. He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid spaces, to turn his back on sun and air and all they offered him and creep home and stay there; the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still, even down there, and he knew he must return to the larger stage. But it was good to think he had this to come back to; this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.
My own favorite iced coffee in my own favorite glass.
The Wind in the Willows read on the bench by the window.
Trimming the mint.
Making iced tea for the fridge.
Homemade soup.
The washing and drying of the swimsuits.
It's not so bad.
---
The weary Mole also was glad to turn in without delay, and soon had his head on his pillow, in great joy and contentment. But ere he closed his eyes he let them wander round his old room, mellow in the glow of the firelight that played or rested on familiar and friendly things which had long been unconsciously a part of him, and now smilingly received him back, without rancour. . . . He saw clearly how plain and simple—how narrow, even—it all was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him, and the special value of some such anchorage in one's existence. He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid spaces, to turn his back on sun and air and all they offered him and creep home and stay there; the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still, even down there, and he knew he must return to the larger stage. But it was good to think he had this to come back to; this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.
July 24, 2009
I wonder
How are the skorlses and birdies doing? How many tomatoes are on my tomato plants? What has been deposited in the neighborhood trash cans lately?
Well . . . I DUNNO!
I'm on vacation!
Bye!
Well . . . I DUNNO!
I'm on vacation!
Bye!
July 18, 2009
History
Bentwood rocker:
Michael Thonet, Austria, c. 1840.
Brooklyn trash pile, July 2009:
Same design.
One hundred sixty-nine years.
Michael Thonet, Austria, c. 1840.
Brooklyn trash pile, July 2009:
Same design.
One hundred sixty-nine years.
July 17, 2009
More weird printed matter
I found this on the bookcase in the guestroom this morning:
Is this some kind of Jewish Boy Scouts thing?
Neither Greg nor I have any idea where it came from!
Is this some kind of Jewish Boy Scouts thing?
Neither Greg nor I have any idea where it came from!
IMPORTANT INFORMATION
Found this on the sidewalk on Naussau Avenue.
Front:
Back:
Cracks me up!!
Yep.
Front:
Back:
Cracks me up!!
Yep.
Ha ha false alarm!
Our flight was canceled due to thunderstorms. We fly tomorrow instead.
So: LUCKY YOU! You get a sneak preview of a baby blanket I just started!
What do you think: multicolored medallions on a neutral (gray?) background?
So: LUCKY YOU! You get a sneak preview of a baby blanket I just started!
What do you think: multicolored medallions on a neutral (gray?) background?
July 16, 2009
A little light reading
July 15, 2009
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