We're starting off this week with two (2!) architectural nightmares. These things happen, yes, but you would think that at some point, the builder would call the architect and say, "Hey, Frank...about this second floor landing..."
"And while I have you, Frank, how about this hideaway tub?" This one sends my claustrophobia through the roof and out of the attic.
Wegman's "carrots, corn, peas, green beans & lima beans," eh? I see two carrot chunks, one lima bean, and zero peas and green beans. They should relabel this "corn surprise"!
And yes, here is another in our popular series "Why women live longer."
This accidental pumpkin farmer wants you to know he did NOT plant pumpkin seeds, but he did throw a couple of them in the compost pile last Autumn, and nature took over.
For those of you who don't know the term "speakeasy" - during Prohibition in the 1920s when alcohol sales were forbidden due to American hyper -abstemiousness, one could still be served in secret bars called speakeasies, so named because one was asked not to blab about them all over town. The procedure was, knock on the door, someone would open it a bit, and the prospective customer would say, "Joe sent me." This is the same thing...call in your order, knock on the back door, and someone will hand you a x-large with xtra cheese and pepperoni, no questions asked.
This beautiful flutterby was spotted bathing in a puddle in New Jersey.
"Don't go chasing waterfalls, please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to."
I go back to the days when the local fire house was a community asset - a meeting place for groups, a polling place, a place to go in troubled times. I have to think that some firefighter had an extra bike and wanted to share with a kid who needs one.
My hebdomadal reminder that fall is coming, with all its beauty and cool crisp air and apple donuts and hoodies and flurries.
1 comment:
Great stuff as always. I’m envious of your vocabulary!
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