A gentle little photo for a gentle start to the day. Had to figure out if my plague was better today or worse. Better, on the whole, I'd say ... but we still stayed close to home this morning.
These pink and green sprigs against the grey-green wall remind me of a Wedgwood china pattern.
"Remember to clean up the poop," God said. Then He left.
Good advice, we humans agreed.
Freddie, Basil, Rigby, and Bailey weren't all that interested. Now, if God had brought along His Dog ....
The guy in the green parka and the woman on the motorbike were having a friendly and animated conversation that lasted at least a couple of crosswalk cycles. They were still talking when I got close enough to see their faces. The guy was either homeless or not far off; the woman, obviously, wasn't. The exchange reminded me of the little bits of volunteer stuff I've done in the Downtown Eastside — and haven't done since Freddie arrived. Yet Freddie's a pretty soothing and cheering little fellow. Hmm ... maybe once he's fully certified ....?
Almost impossible to imagine our world without electricity. Someone who came to look at our place was concerned about the location of the building's Hydro meters. A health issue, I'm guessing. His concerns were allayed (phew) ... but this morning I was seeing wires everywhere.
Gah — imagine if we could see all the wireless connections, too!
Paul recently learned that Freddie likes hedge sculpture, so this photo is for Freddie:
not-for-walking welly boots? Stay tuned for the renovation!
Freddie: How many times are you going to change your mind about the colours?
Me: Good stay. What about orange and purple?
MOD PODGE!! (or, as I used to call it, "Modge podge") —it still exists! And I swear they haven't changed the label since 1974! The projects, the possibilities! Why, oh, why did I give away my National Geographic collection?!
OK, here it is: the item foreshadowed in the post title. I have no idea what to make of this. But I do quite like the photo — what with the "carne" (meat) sign in the background and the guy who looks like an archbishop either holding his crotch or praying. Tarts Bakery on Broadway: retro and funny or stupid and scuzzy?
Buen día a tod@s!