…at Central Park in Huntington Beach.
A moment of reflection.
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This is what you call star power…
“Daffodowndilly”
Allow me to wax poetic with someone else’s words for a moment:
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
A shout-out to A. A. Milne for the appropriate description. And no, this isn’t in my yard. None of our daffodils showed up this year.
At the art supply store I
Stan Lee, perhaps?
OK, then…moving along…
I really like this one. Who needs paint by numbers with little teeny brushes, when you could do one that requires only a brush you’d use to paint a wall?
And the greatest moment in Olympic TV history continues to pay rich dividends…
Best thing about today?
Having 21st century plumbing, the effectiveness of which is likely to outlive me, is a wonderful thing indeed. Yet I am not without my dreams.
Someday…
Bigfoot sighting!
Caught up with him leaving Sock Harbor in a huff. You can understand his frustration. Buying socks for big feet like that is really hard.
So, this happened today…
I was sitting in the car waiting my order to be ready for take-out, and a lady opened the door and started to get in before realizing it wasn’t her car. She was horrified, as one would be, and I told her about the time I did that to a family after an Angels game. Just assumed it was mind and started to get into their car (the other people thought I was drunk). We both had a good laugh. This is the kind of thing that happens when every other car is a mid-sized, white SUV.
Suburbia vs. Brutalism
Brutalism wins, every time. Behold, the horror of the Fountain Valley Library!
One year later…
