We made an important citizenatious* activity downtown…amongst the big tall buildings…revolving around Republican-promised changes in the ACA (what’s the replacement plan? what happens with the current funding monies?) and a big ol’ thank-you to John Lewis. We’re in his district and it’s a fine place, jes-sayin.
The Guru found us a charging parking spot—still had to pay for parking…this is what the charging station window looked like right after the juice started flowing…. We got “free” charging for 90 days with the New Car…trying to make good use of it….
* Trying out a made-up word….
Lotta family talk around here over the last 24 hrs…due to a visit by my second cousin (gotta get that right!), an avid genealogist.
Tomatoes sometimes spark remembrance of long hours canning tomatoes, which always meant a steamy, hot kitchen on a day that was already steamy-hot. We started early, usually about seven, meaning my dad had already been out picking—which meant a very early day for him.
Ginkgo tree in streetlight.
Ivy tracks on a sun-face.
Somebody had this joke up on a sign that we saw during our FL run recently, and it’s stuck in my head, so now it’s…here.
I met Mr. Right and married him. Then I discovered his middle name was Always.
Do you prefer the green and living plant?
Or the dried castoff bud?
The first is some kind of yucca; the second, I think, is in the Araucariaceae family.
Turns out a waistcoat is what I’d call a vest. And an everyday business suit is really a type of lounge suit.
Tadah! Last night we started watching “Wolf Hall.” I wonder how many clues to status in language and dress that I missed….
Creative use of glazed potsherds*.
* The Brits call them shards. They are shards in that shards are broken bits. Sherds, on the other hand, are broken bits of ceramic, i.e., potsherds.
While Someone was flying Droney-Roney [the Irish device], I was messing with the fish-eye…
…and the close-up lenses. [Yes, that’s a Dandy-lion.]
This crew worked their way along the street, trimming trees above and adjacent to the lines. Or one guy did while the others provided moral support?
I guess today was a “looking up” day?
We passed the final milestone (fingers crossed) in getting the New Car properly registered here in our home state. It has been a rather circuitous road. I conclude that paper-pushers in the private sector can be rather haphazard.
Several synonyms of sloppy have unusual consonant combinations—slaphappy, slipshod, slapdash, haphazard, lackadaisical, shambolic—also, “s” sounds are frequent.