You know that feeling after a car window shatters and deposits a bizillion bits of glass on the concrete, then you walk across the glass in your steel-soled shoes? Worse than fingernails on a blackboard, huh? Well, that is what these signs do to me.
The WP Weekly Photo Challenge is Letters.
Is this your Starbucks?
I’ve seen questions like this before, but never considered my own answer before.
Recently Michael invited me to do an author interview on his blog. This being the internet, I’ve never met Michael, but he certainly seems like an interesting fellow – a video game producer and writer with a blog name that applies to all of us: The Cult of Me. All that aside, Michael was not how I answered the question. That would have been too simple. In fact, the question sent my mind bouncing like a ping pong ball in a windstorm. Below is my answer. What is yours?
At last I forced myself to make a damn choice, with two runners-up in case we have scheduling conflicts.
First choice: Beatrix Potter. We would wander her country estate, while chatting and observing stuff; and I would watch her draw.
Second choice: Thelonious Monk. We would have conversations I mostly didn’t understand while walking around New York; and then I would sit in on a gig.
Third choice: Tolstoy during his last, visionary and/or crazy days when he lived at the train station. He would talk and I would take notes.
You can read the rest of the interview here.
Me at the beach as sunset approaches.
Me, beach, sunset
Careful, it’s alive!
Stop sign halo.
This palm tree at sunset is not, technically, a selfie.
My lap, occupied.
(The WP Weekly Photo Challenge asked to see “Selfies”.)
Thanks to the bumper stickers, the politics of this car’s owner are clear. However, at least one of the stickers is unnecessary, telling us what we have already figured out. Can you spot the redundancy?
Sidenote: due to genetics, or birds-of-a-feather tendencies (or both), the person who goes with this car is visiting this neighbor who remains fixed on the U.S. 2012 presidential election.
Last night I happened into a supermarket I don’t usually enter, and found myself one step beyond. There, Aisle 8 offers some very special beverages.
What? No New Age snacks?
I wish I could tell you for sure what classifies as a New Age drink. However, I got distracted and forgot to cruise Aisle 8 before I left. Call it a failure of intellectual curiosity if you must.
On the other hand, it may be more fun to speculate about what we might find on Aisle 8:
What’s your guess?
Some months ago, my daughter lost her laptop sleeve case. We searched and we searched. She decided she must have left it somewhere back at college rather than at home.
Cut to this morning: Mother and daughter thoroughly searching her bedroom because – in the middle of the night, of course – our former kittens had grabbed her favorite lip gloss and converted it to a toy, scrabbling and chasing it somewhere as yet undetected. During the futile search for the lip gloss, deep under the bed we found the laptop sleeve, which had also been converted to an objet de play.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Our recent kittens are now 1 year old, but we still think of them as the babies, which serves them well at times like this.
The suspects (Bo, Leo, Arrow) when they truly were kittens.
They are bigger now and less likely to all three fit in the same sleep spot. Here are Bo and Leo.
Arrow, (almost) caught in the act of sharing the human’s breakfast.
I’ve known many cats through my life, and although they share important characteristics, each remains unique. I love them all and have been well- and long-trained to understand that cats are the master race!
Arrow (center) is incapable of moving slowly, and most photos of her are blurry.
Luna likes to lounge on a skylight – with difficulty, because the surface is convex. At some point, inevitably, he will relax too much and slide off.
Bop loves to help me with chores such as organizing paperwork.
Bo and Leo hang out together but could not be more different. For Bo, life seems a series of disappointments, while Leo is gratitude incarnate: he purrs when you touch him; he purrs when he eats; he purrs as he walks around.
The WP Photo Challenge wants to see “one”.
Required Writing 