“It is the finest spring ever known—soft, hot, blue, misty.” ~ Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. March 1928
Friday afternoon, sunny and beautiful, 85 degrees.
First word that comes to mind (I enjoyed doing this, so it may appear here more often): scumbling (art term). Don’t know where in the recesses that was hidden.
I keep having dreams about an old friend from junior and high school: A. Steindler. I wonder why she’s visiting my dreams?
I had this sudden flash of memory whilst meandering through tumblr today: My mother used to go to a bakery inside of the old Montgomery Ward to buy Napoleon pastries for the two of us. Isn’t that odd: a bakery inside a Montgomery Ward? They were exquisitely delicious. I’m certain that my love of desserts comes from my mother raising me on all different kinds.
Today’s collection is a bit different. I found a comic by Grant Snider, who I’ve posted before, and I came across a wild story about a woman’s date with a very different kind of guy.
Enjoy.
More later Peace.
From Incidental Comics:
Wanted to share this story from the tumblr No Bad Dates, Just Good Stories. After this post, the writer was contacted by other women who had similar stories (click the link for more). Can I say once again how very, very glad I am that I’m not part of the dating scene. Its a weird, dangerous world out there . . .
P.S. This woman was much nicer than I would have been.
Serendipitous: As I was walking the other day, I realized that I haven’t seen many dandelions around here:
And then there’s this:
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