Riffling in the morning

I was taking the casual commute to San Francisco this morning (2 people jump in a driver’s car, and speed across the bridge in carpool lane), and Eric (“The derrick”—so I remember his name) said his rider yesterday gave him $1 (standard), then in minutes riffled her purse to give him change equaling a dollar. “But you already gave me a dollar.” “Oh God,” she said, “It’s that kind of day. I put oatmeal in the cat’s bowl this morning.” I’m not that bad, yet, but of course the day is young….

Hot Water and Wrestling

Anniversary, wrestling masks, good friends, hot water, flowers, who could ask for more!?

Eclipse light

Not the transit of Venus. Rocket 89....uh make that, Rocket Number 9, take off for the planet....

The Mermaid and the Wrestler

Only in Indiana.

 

 

At long last

My chance to create  wallpaper from certain of my photos now seems possible:

 

http://www.designyourwall.com

 

 

 

I didn't take it

From our junk mail alias: “If anyone has accidentally borrowed a purple mug with the letters [redacted]  written across the entirety of the mug for the past week and a half, I’d greatly appreciate its return in the near future. It generally resides in the cupboard in the fourth floor kitchen until about 8:00 am Monday through Friday, which is where it can be returned. Sooner rather than later would be great, as this is the mug my mother gave to me when I left for college 30 years ago, that I generally use every morning so that I can tell her I still use it every morning, when I talk to her every week…which I didn’t do last week because I couldn’t actually tell her I used it last week. Or this week. Hopefully I can tell her on Saturday that I used it on Thursday. So, if you could just do a quick check to see if it’s sitting on your desk it would be greatly appreciated.”  UPDATE: Michael found his mug, within minutes. It wasn't my mug. I just liked the message.

Stripey

Well, I did not know one could purchase a zebra. Perhaps over the weekend I will wander down the nasturtium-strewn path, followed by grey boys, open to possibility, to see if there's room in the back 40, by the girl's clubhouse.

 

 

Sweet Sunday in SF

OK, ended up using sigh, Facebook to post photos:

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.3116022100493.2126612.1262693524&type=1&l=546a170645

Gumps offered free dog portraits with the city's best dog portraitist. He was goooooooooooood. Cartier Bresson? Elliott Erwitt? Maybe. His portfolio is here:  http://jessefreidin.com/

My friend Leslie's lady, a rescue collie, was very photogenic and behaved very well. And I fell for an ethereal white standard poodle whose ears reminded me of Marianne Faithful, somehow. The dog works with Alzheimer's patients.

(sorry, embedding continues to elude me)

For the beauty of the earth.

And eggs...

 

 

I just vacuumed my office--all the dust shows so clearly in the sunlight. Blows forward, blows back. Next time I turned around, minutes later,  there was a pile of fluffy stuff on the floor, with Huey chewing. Ewwwwwwww he caught and ate a HUMMINGBIRD. It was gone except for a few feathers. Sorry, universe.I'll get the collar with bell...