
Mr. Moo has his eyes on some chicken wings.
A place for my photos and thoughts and stuff.

Mr. Moo has his eyes on some chicken wings.

It’s too much for my fragile psyche to take!



He sees you when you’re reading,
He sees you fall asleep,
He knows you’re using Cliff’s Notes,
And if your writing’s neat.

…in the new outdoor seating area!

Alfie approves!

Who doesn’t love it when the weather doesn’t resemble the Apocalypse?

…and well done.
Eye doctor appointment in Fullerton, on one of the hottest days of the year, yet. Good timing!

Maybe it’s just me, but I think optometrists and ophthalmologists have the coolest looking equipment. Very steampunk, with all of those rotating, colored lenses and crazy charts.

My appointment was in the Fullerton Towers, newly refurbished and pretty swanky. The eye doctor moved into this revamped 1960s architectural gem from an office that can best be described as “Your Grandma’s Place Retro.” The color scheme, the furniture, the stuffy air of Waiting. No more!

On the way out to the car, I stopped in the triple digit heat to take a photo for a succulent-obsessed friend. I’m a giver like that.

On the way back, passed through downtown F-town, with its picturesque collection of old buildings and floss trees. I liked living here, and I always really wanted to like downtown, and I do, aesthetically at least. But I could never warm up to really making use of it. Probably because of all of the fighting and brawling and dangerous driving and other undesirable behaviors that take place there, particularly Friday and Saturday nights. I’m not a fan of drunken violence, so sue me.
Anyway, this photojournal is back. I needed to take a few months off to recharge the batteries.

One of my favorite photos of all time. Not taken by me, needless to say.

My current pace of life. And it’s perfect.

Lovely butterfly/pollinator garden at the library.

They’re more full back in our old location, but it’s at least 15 degrees cooler here, so it’s a fine trade-off.