This time last year we were in sunny Florida. Most of my pix were of living green vegetation. It was ALIVE!
This is a morning pool shot. Marveling that: I. Was In. The Pool. On a February morning. Soak It Up!
Now, back to the moment.
Confessions
Pass The Salt, Please
The view out the window at World Headquarters. This is the street that sold me when I bought the shack.
Beautiful sunsets, a lilac bush, bird bath. It’s a good view for not much money.
But with the beauty, comes a price. At certain times of the day this thoroughfare is heavily traveled with teenagers on their way to and from school and the nearby parks (another selling point at the time). Last summer the City re-designed the intersection to slow traffic down. The kids sometimes get it on two wheels around the corner.
After 10 years of living here I can tell what time it is just by the traffic sounds, and 7:45 AM is when we start getting busy with it.
7:45 is also the time that Mr. Greenjeans conducts a sacred ceremony in the “library” and this morning services were in full swing.
Despite this 3rd round of ice, school was in session today and the world is moving according to schedule.
Right outside his window, Mr. Greenjeans could hear the traffic noise and thought to himself: “Somebody gonna hit the house!”
And then as if it were a self-fulfilling prophesy: Ker-Thunk!
A vehicle manned by a teenage boy skated through the stop sign, jumped the curb and hurtled into my house. It was bound to happen. In ten years of living here, the kids have drove through the lawn, bit my tree, hit the fence, and now……sideswiped my brand new a.c. unit.
Well, it was either that, the tree, the fire plug, or the shed full of explosives. Good God Y’all!
Mr. Greenjeans was indisposed so I sprang into action, to survey the damage. The kid had parked on the street and was pulling my ornamental iron out of his undercarriage while he dialed up Dad.
He was visibly shaken, and thankful he was able to get it sideways and back on the road. Very apologetic.
I went inside and donned my best jump suit and prepared to Meet The Parents.
Can I get a salt truck over here?
Turn Up The Heat
courtesy of brandspankin.com
Freaky Friday
What a week! And Friday topped it!
I had an appointment with a local client who wanted to see some items for her pet. On the way to the meeting, the phone rang and a friend of the client introduced herself as “J” and stated that she would be acting as a representative for the client. Long story short: the client had passed away the night before. She was 46.
Well, that was kind of odd.
Frankly I was a wee bit nervous, the client had special ordered several styles of our pet urns.
J was only interested in one item.
The day before she died, client told J about our meeting and how special the necklace was and that when she died she could be buried with her “baby” close to her heart.
J found my number on her friend’s cell phone noted as “urn lady”.
Next: We pack up the urn for my grandmother.
Dad sat in my living area used the laptop to pick out the urn.
Very courageous. As a retired firefighter from one of the busiest firehouses in the nation, he’s not exactly an advocate of cremation.In the car on the way to lunch, I asked my dad how he would eulogize his mother.
Silence.
Music UP: “I Did It My Way”.
Dead Man Walking Pt. 2
Schools canceled, yoga’s canceled, it’s slick, it’s Friday, I’m lazy, let’s do a link dump.
First up, Candace’s post on anesthesia got me thinking on several points…how dangerous it really is. The nip and tuck I wish I could afford. And finally… an ugly confrontation I had right before Christmas with…..an anesthesiologist!
In other news, Virginia is trying to attract organ donors by waiving licensing fees at the DMV. Let’s make it really attractive and waive personal property taxes, and state income tax?
Dead People Pimping Products:
Copyranter analyzes this ad for yachts.
Last summer this ad agency was fired for the Doc Marten campaign ad that ran in the UK. In the agencies defense, someone in the Doc Marten chain APPROVED that ad.
Trim Spa still sports Anna Nicole’s image on the VIP page.