Well, no sitting outside today. The skies have been mostly overcast, and the temps have dropped 5 degrees since noon.The dogs are restless because they haven’t been able to play out in the fresh air all day. We’re supposed to have falling temperatures and rain through the weekend, but then a nice week following. I’m trying to convince Corey that it would be a good weekend to paint. Here’s hoping.
I do have a good collection for today, so I hope that you enjoy.
More later. Peace.
I love the little things they used to put in daily newspapers:
Cats in bars . . . why not?
I never knew this:
This used to be me every morning when the kids were growing up; now it’s me every time the roosters crow:
I have to give it to this man—I cannot begin to imagine being bitten by a snake even once, let alone 170 times:
Friday afternoon, rainy and much cooler, 56 degrees.
Big change in the weather today. Woke up to heavy rain, and the temperature is at least 20 degrees cooler. Had hoped to start painting the bedroom today, but Corey pulled a muscle yesterday. More of a lazy day anyway.
Have a few leftovers. Enjoy.
Every single day of my life . . . (found on Frenums):
“Can we really conquer chaos so easily? If that were so, I should be able to prune the pandemonium of my own soul into something neat and tidy rather than this maze of wants and needs and misgivings that has me forever feeling as if I cannot fit into the landscape of things.” ~ Libba Bray, from The Far Sweet Thing
Friday afternoon, overcast but mild, 66 degrees.
I’m in one of those moods. Yep. Could it be day five of this unending migraine? Awaking each morning at 4 a.m. for no particular reason and being unable to go back to sleep? Eating stale tortilla chips and salsa because I’m craving salt and now I have incredible heartburn? The fact that I’ve been trying to write Tuesday’s post for 4 days and can’t get past the poem? Continuing/unending issues with just trying to live our lives?
All of it? None of it?
Whatever . . .
Oh, the good old days . . . kind of . . . you know, Spanish flu deaths, diseases, sexism, racism, rampant poverty, fascism . . . no, wait . . . yep, that whole making us great again thing . . .
Found on irisharchaelogy’s tumblr:
From Ultrafacts.com (love this one):
Many of these old trees were dying or had died and, despite their age, were destined for a meeting with a chainsaw. Tingle, however, saw potential in the old trees and over time transformed many of them into remarkable works of art. They are located in Orr Park, Montevallo, AL (Fact Source)
This one reminds me of how Paramount’s mountain logo faded to the mountain in Raiders of the Lost Ark:
I love drinks with paper umbrellas; it’s like Hawaiian Punch: