me and Rydog enjoying the sunshine—by looking directly at it
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Stiff and Uncomfortable on the Cote d'Azur -
i sent Gloom and Doom Boy out with an assignment for his digital camera today to get some shots of the town—people out and about on a lovely spring day in the south of france, that sort of happy thing—and he comes back with the homeless crazy guy on the corner and the french fashion firing squad… -
Ryan's dessert of choice
be a kid again and order up an ice cream or a sorbet here and you'll get one of these…complete with cookie, delicate spoon and sparkler! Ry: "I can't imagine why people think I'm gay." -
Ryan in Not-Italy
after hussling out the door to catch the 11am train we arrived at the station to find that the 11am train was a figment of my imagination (and the online train schedule). a cup of coffee and an hour later we're waiting on the platform for the 12pm train…which is delayed for in "indeterminate" amount of time due to an "electrical" problem….hmm..will we ever get to the market in Ventimille? is the goddess of new Italian shoes telling me that today is just not my day? -
kisses!
Miss Ruby has really taken to Ryan…a new and currently still-willing victim for her licking obsession and spinning/dancing/leaping displays of affection… -
Mom bellydancing in Door County, action series, the white-fro years
(the "pat" labels were my dad's doing–i'm not the only one with a label-maker problem.)
my brother Thomas asked me for photos of Mom in her bellydancing years…considering the content (addicting!) of his workplace's blog i'm a tad concerned…..mom, forgive me.
update: i can't believe Tom remembers the Pyramid. a good supper club never dies. -
this is reminiscent of my childhood supper club experiences, though vastly more commited, so to say, to the concept…..and in my homestate no less, just down I-94….
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it seems i've inherited mom's colorful, creative use of language, which i use with phrases and cliches–i prefer a mixed colloquialism salad. one of Ryan's favorites:
"I'd like to be a fly on the wall of that brain." -
Bert in his lounge chair
Mom called today—caught me napping—she and Bert have been in Genoa for a few days, waylaid by weather but happy to have a big new city to explore–they've spent time in museums and churches and a few cozy nights in a hotel. the weather has been an issue—storms have been battering the coast all along their course (and here as well—four out of five days overcast and rainy, unpredictable winds). they even came through a hail storm out at sea intact! the boat envy seems to be worsening with each experience like that—Tishie Mae has a rather open, unprotected cockpit that takes all the pleasure out of pleasure boating when you're caught out in bad weather.
she'll be calling again next week, i'll keep you posted as they progress, albeit slowly, down the coast of Italy.
note: they've only got disposable waterproof cameras onboard, so no instant picture uploads to offer i'm afraid. it took some doing to convince mom that indeed the salt water would ruin the digital camera in just a few days (and how would she download/upload them until they returned anyway? that will have to wait until the Big Boat materializes–complete with satelite internet). what they really need is one of these badboys.
