view from my little balcony, too bad you can't see my nieghbor's christmas tree on the opposite balcony. it's dark, but trust me, that dead, brown thing is still there.
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a shot from the November roadtrip….wishing I was back on the road. any road. -
My apologies to my "public" for not updating much at all lately—hopefully that will change soon. just as soon as America stops sucking ass.
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I nearly lost it in the dental care aisle of Target the other night—too many toothbrushes to choose from. Seriously, there must have been nearly 200 different types on display. I didn't know where to begin. Why I should be made to decifer and contemplate MEANINGLESS differences in type, features, benefits?? Either it has bristles or it doesn't. Either it's a toothbrush or a stick.
Other than size and softness/firmness differences; any dentist will tell you that they are all the same. It's HOW you use it that makes the difference–don't you remember those little pink pills in second grade? Oh, I'm ranting…but really…
Does having so much choice TRULY improve our lives? -
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"Mom" and "Dad" with little Stella–protected for the London climate. Stella out of the bag! -
I had the BEST DAY EVER yesterday. Why? Because of cheese.
The selection at a local gourmet-ish food market down the street has been reliable for chevre, parmesean, and the occasional good gruyere, but yesterday, yesterday, that magical day…Mimolette Vielle!
Four little hunks of it, snuggled in the corner of the cold case. So what if each hunk was ten times the price of what I previously paid for a whole wedge? These little hunks were actually the result of hacking up a decent sized wedge–criminal, but forgiveable, they don't know never to cut cheeses outside of their shape–dumb you-know-who's.
It looks like France, smells like France, tastes like France. And it's not even the best (by a long shot) French cheese out there, it's just my everyday favorite.
Quick, someone send me a baguette sandwich from Rima's!! -
Did I say something about missing work??
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"God pointing down at you" skies spotted frequently at the beach. Where's Uncle Bert when you need him to explain cloud formations?
Spent New Year's weekend on The Oregon Coast (in Neskowin, at Proposal Rock)—so glad to see open water again. I'd taken the Med for granted. The Pacific is grey and mean by comparison, but open water just the same. Driving out there (about an hour and half, give or take), we traveled through any number of entirely different weather systems–drizzle, fog and mist, pouring rain, clearish, drizzle, clear and sunny, fog and repeat.
