Just before iocane powder
Thursday, 14 June 2018

“Only the Princess matters.” Line from: The Princess Bride,” in the scene just before the Battle of Wits scene, in which we learned about Australian iocane powder.
Thursday, 14 June 2018

“Only the Princess matters.” Line from: The Princess Bride,” in the scene just before the Battle of Wits scene, in which we learned about Australian iocane powder.
Tuesday, 12 June 2018

You can never tell what advertising you might encounter on the open road. Here’s a well-logo’d giant wrecker. On the lower right: PERT—Peachtree Environmental Response Team. Huh. Also in green: Certified WRECKMASTER. And we waited alongside this vehicular power house at a mundane red light. Just our modest/tiny sedan.

Later, whew, some gorgeous sky.
Zoom zoom.
Monday, 11 June 2018

Someone thought this lone, highlightable, benefit might cinch a deal—fast. Turns out maybe the rate’s too high or something else, as this sign has been posted for a while.

Yeah, and a flower photo. Interesting color. Light plum? Blushing orchid? Rosy something?
Friday, 8 June 2018

One of the things I loved about buying veg/fruits at the markets in Mexico was that if you wanted avocados, the market lady (almost always a lady) would ask when you intended to use it. You could be very specific, like seven this evening or three this afternoon, and the avocado she offered in response would, invariably in my experience, be perfect at that time. Yay!

Now I see that today WholePaycheck had two piles of four-to-a-bag avocados, one with this sign and one with a 3–4 day sign.
I bought a single from the regular pile, and it was perfect in our salad. Didn’t need four avocados, so I don’t know if their system is as good as the market ladies of southern Mexico.
Monday, 4 June 2018

Ether in the 17th C was everything between things. I heard the title phrase somewhere, noted it, and forgot where I heard it*. Well, it’s noted again, for whatever it’s worth. Is this ether more like the sunlight or the shadows? Still pondering…but not tremulous (timid, nervous, shaking, or quivering) in the pondering.
* Yeah, should have noted source as well as phrase. My bad.
Friday, 25 May 2018

Tough to lose your Jack of Hearts. Jack just hangin’ on the sidewalk…a few blocks from the middle school—was it lost by a student?

And here’s what a late magnolia blossom looks like…headed for dehydration and desiccation of the petals, while the seed part continues to develop.
Tuesday, 22 May 2018

We voted today. Officials moved our voting spot to…well, I checked—fifty walking minutes away. We used to have a nice ritual of walking to our voting spot, in our library branch, a mere 16 minutes away…a lovely distance for a citizen-day outing.
Plus, this time we voted in a church—and not in the basement, but right there in the church part. We had to go up two steps onto the altar area to get our “credit card” to activate the voting machine (did not ask if they got up for people with wheelchairs or walkers). Also, I had to slog along a pew from the center aisle to get over to the side where the voting confessionals were lined up along the outside walls…but that edge aisle was too narrow for anyone to walk behind the voters without peeking…hence my pew stumble.
Still, I managed to keep my Stacys straight, and I had evaluated most of the down-ticket candidates at home, except, geeze, I didn’t know about all those issue/questions [they’re always terribly tricky to parse on the fly]. Seems like I almost always find a surprise on my ballot*—note to self: get better voting info….
* I remember when I began to vote that taped down on the front table was ALWAYS a [printed] copy of the ballot we soon would be handed, appropriately marked with a big red X across the entire page or otherwise made unusable. Anyway, no surprises after looking at that! Of course, on the other hand, there was no checking the internet on the fly for candidate info. Heh. …and, yes, the title and picture reference two kinds of railing. Heh-heh.
Saturday, 19 May 2018

There can’t be too many plants with emergent spring leaves that are not a shade of green. These are greenish pink? Actually, nandinas exhibit a range of leaf colors…so maybe not so strange?

I’ve been watching this corner…now newly fixed. I’m afraid that without bollards or other defensive structures, one of the next dozen dually delivery trucks to right-turn here will once again flip the metal out of its resting place. And the cycle of damage/fixing will continue.
Saturday, 12 May 2018

I don’t remember this grassy area as being a former plot of bamboo, but the growth patterns suggest it was and I must have been looking the other way (or for traffic) all the other times I was here. Now, the bamboo is aggressively expanding its territory—boldly shooting up everywhere. I wonder how fast these shoots grow—a half-foot a day?

When I shot today’s neighborhood image, I was about the line of large-size toy vehicles to the (my) right of the front door, and the chairs on the left…overseeing the action. However, when I looked at the picture I thought: hey, is that a Weber grill on the roof? Second thought: must be a satellite dish…heh.
Friday, 11 May 2018

When I heard yesterday that today it would be 80°F by noon, I knew I had to walk early enough that the hot-beast was only breathing in spots of full sun. It rained overnight, so the humidity was outta sight. Whew! Got my steps in, however, and simultaneously avoided the air-crud that accumulates later in the day. [BTW, the Spices business has been closed and gone for months, since January, if I remember correctly. Must be that the rents are astronomical…as there’s plenty of foot-traffic during normal business hours, which you’d think otherwise would make this strip a good one for a store.]

Most photogenic flower today: this lily trio, decorated with a few droplets, and, I think, no insects this time.