Sunday, August 31, 2008

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Public Bathrooms..nope, not for me

I rarely if ever use them. I HAD to yesterday, and then found THIS on the wall of the stall, which almost caused a major problem for me..way too much to read, way too many instructions to follow BEFORE I could sit down. It was HELLISH trying to find sanitary napkins and tampons to put into the receptacles provided. I did however, use my foot to flush, but I also took pride in their facilities. You're Welcome!
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Friday, August 29, 2008

Morning Glory Vines

I wait for these to pop all summer - they've reseeded themselves and the birds/squirrels/chipmunks have carried seeds everywhere that are now vining all over the yard. I have them on trellises, strung on nylon wire, on sculptures, posts, hula hoops...and in the Fall I'll have a harvest of seeds to give away. Sometimes they are blue, light pink, magenta...I just enjoy the surprise.
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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Wednesday, August 27, 2008


there is absolutely no place, for HUGE 4 toed sloths over here....

but the Village is perfectly fine if they keep to the blacktop
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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Monday, August 25, 2008

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Friday, August 22, 2008

August 22, 1976

Happy Anniversary to Us!
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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Thanks Alan. Thanks Margaret.

When I was 7, my friend Margaret Sullivan taught me to ride on her brand new 2 wheeler. No bigger sacrifice was ever made as I was great on the straightaways but couldn't manage a corner without falling and scraping both myself and her new Schwinn. In front of Merle and Stevie and Myra, she'd admonish me to 'get back on the horse' and try again and again and again until at the end of only one long and bloody day, I could ride. Shortly after, my dad brought home a 'used' 28 inch bike that we rushed to paint navy blue in the laundry room. Being so small, I could stand and pedal or sit and coast, but never both at the same time. It didn't matter. With new handlebar streamers and a bell loud enough to make grownups jump out of my way, I was Annie Oakley on my trusted horse 'Blue' riding to Hollywood Park for picnics with my friends. Long days of FREEDOM! Every time I ride my bike even now, I am still seven and still Annie Oakley. Thanks for being a pal and fixing my bike Alan. And thanks Margaret for your extraordinary patience and kindness.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Monday, August 18, 2008

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

The Rock

Thornwood and Ridge

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Monday, August 11, 2008

Breakfast - Sunday Morning 8:15

Disappointing - Deluxe Diner
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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Saturday, August 9, 2008