Wednesday, 19 November 2025
Act One: young man photographing young woman. Aww.
A half-hour later…unexpected Act Two: switcheroo!—young woman photographing young man, with considerably more posing instruction.
And a mystery man at the tripod. BTW, what’s the tripod for in this play? And that second man? Or maybe there’re plans for a movie, too? Questions abound.
Note that although there are many ginkgo leaves on the ground, there are even more on the trees.
Tuesday, 18 November 2025
I like brussels sprouts, and I especially like them fresh-cut from the stems, which is typically only easy to achieve when they’re shipped in around the special November and December holidays. Like now.
Despite his huge garden, Dad never grew brussels sprouts. Or cabbage. Or potatoes. The latter two, we did eat, and I think Dad didn’t grow them because they were cheap in the stores and tasted good enough (his judgment). Brussels sprouts…don’t know why, but combined with the fact that Mom never served them, I’d say neither of them liked them. My hypothesis: they weren’t sprout people. Or cauliflower people. Broccoli, however: yup; that was in the garden, and we ate plenty of it.
Tuesday, 11 November 2025
Ooops. Forgot this poor plant gifted to me months ago. It’s been on its own mostly since. It’s inside now.
This one, on the other hand, is right out in the midst of the Snap, surviving nicely (so far).
Tuesday, 28 October 2025
Call me Madam Pincushion. Yesterday, I got a flu shot. Today, I got two more: Covid and RSV.
Truth: I skipped the pneumonia shot…I’ll talk to the Doc first.
What else to do on rainy days in the autumn?
Saturday, 25 October 2025
Sometimes I feel like dust stalks me. Also, I just read there’s something called fugitive dust. This, on the other hand, is right out in plain sight.
Friday, 24 October 2025
I love early voting.
I’ve decided that the only conclusive data about what will be on the ballot you face is to look on the gov’t website. None of the news sites seem to have it remotely correct.
Tuesday, 21 October 2025
I’mma doin’ fine…yet, thoughts of lakeside moments invaded my mind’s eye. Okay, lemme accept being down here in the Deep South where we’re in a drought.
Monday, 20 October 2025
My body clock is utterly confused by the daylength…still trying to adjust after our migration to the south.
BTW, that’s a very early morning night sky that the camera makes look like strange daytime.
Friday, 10 October 2025
Lotsa chores, but I made it to the beach in the early-mid afternoon…
…just as the sun was starting to chase the clouds away.
View south from the grove. You can’t see the lake from this angle, but it’s tucked in there.
Proof we got off the property: this is looking across the inner arc of the East Arm of Grand Traverse Bay.
