We managed to capture sunrise today…on the move early!
Midmorning, we rediscovered this stand-out antenna tree.
I read the weekly paper after we arrived, and discovered there’ll be a Three Bridges Walk/Run event in the next town this weekend. These are not the three bridges. And only one of all six is The Bridge. In the far distance here….
All systems back on-line. Whew. Basil survived! Thanks to pinching and care from loved ones who were here. Thanks!
“Look, mountains, Mabel.”
“And foggy wisps in the valleys, Stanley.”
“Quite the sunset, Stanley.”
“Pretty clouds, too, Mabel. Wispy.”
“Old Chevy on that flatbed, Stanley.”
“I miss those wide whitewalls. I always wanted nice whitewalls, but they charged more. I never knew if it was because it cost more to make them or if they could simply get buyers to pay more.”
The End. No basis in reality; this is a work of fiction.
Gorgeous sky…as thunder rumbled. And rumbled. Yes, rain did arrive, but not much, although enough to cool it down.
Been missing the sunset light. We also don’t have the sunrise light here, but I’m not always up for it…. And in the UP, we see the sunset sky, but not the actual sunset. Unless we walk over the hill. Which we sometimes do.
These days, we have the option of sending up Droney!
Clean may be a first-world value/endeavor/goal…but, geeze, in my leetle POV (point-of-view), our car is clean, we are clean, our laundry basket is mostly empty, and, well, clean feels good. It’s not everything, I know. Still.
Well, now. Confession: having a hard time being a good citizen and keeping up on current events.
So (deep breath; exhale; she says to herself: be positive! c’mon, you can do it!), time to make a grocery list.
We’re back* to a possible/probable/?? travel destination in…northern Italy, that is, the central and upper Po Basin. Plus. Which makes me think about Genovese basil, that is, “pesto” basil. Because part of the “Plus” is Genoa.
The basil situation: no relationship to these flowers.
* Hmm…brief flirtation with east-of-London, that is: Kent and north, and…well, don’t fret about the geography…we’re not going there (next).
The Guru took Droney up. Look at that gleaming gold dome!
In a closer frame of reference, see the stalking insect! They enjoy flowers, too.
Am I writing for five-year-olds?
So, fumbling for a post-subject, I read WikiPee on symmetry. I was familiar with the geometry symmetries, but didn’t expect the symmetry of music—chords, scales, that kind of thing.
Asymmetry. Amidst symmetry.
For me, Bogart is one of those villages we go through to get farther down the road. I realize that the locals, at least to some extent, believe it’s the center of the world. Hence: Believe in Bogart. Do tell.
Later, we caught sunset from a wee connecting sidewalk-lane-alley that I’m calling The Sneak as it apparently has no official name. We’ll see if it sticks.