Saturday, August 30, 2008
For All You Bear Lovers Out There
Monday, August 25, 2008
America's Funniest Senior Citizens
A friend of mine once told me that her grandmother always mistakenly referred to her favorite TV show as Murder She Said instead of Murder She Wrote. Last night my mom was flipping through the TV channels looking for something to watch and stopped on a home video of a kid at Disneyland kissing Snow White so hard he pushed her over. Mom paused for a moment trying to figure out what she was looking at and then discerned "Oh, this must be Those Crazy Photos." From this day on, I will always refer to America's Funniest Home Videos as Those Crazy Photos. I just love that shit. My Ma is the best.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Up Your Brugmansia
Monday, August 11, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
This Week in Pictures
A Bald eagle was hanging out at work.
It was bring your dog to work week, which is nothing special, it's always bring your dog to work week.
The Kale is ready for sale.
I took a day off work and went and helped my friend Paulette garden at Jessica Lange's house she is selling. I haven't been there for a few years and it has changed a lot. All the bushes and trees are so much bigger. Lots of deadheading to do and general weeding. Jessica was there and it was good to see her again. As she ran her fingers through my hair (I think she loves me -Ha.) I asked her about how The making of Grey Gardens went. She said it was fun. I tried to get her to sing for me but no go. She talked of cat wranglers and said they even had a raccoon wrangler. I had forgot about the raccoons, how could I forget the raccoons? Only in the movies can you have a job as coon wrangler. Maybe I could be a plant wrangler?
A glowing red monkey in my bedroom.
In Memoriam: My friends Jan and Christina helped their friend Jake embark on the grand journey. He was a very cool dog and I mean that in the beat-est sense of the word. When he visited work he could forage his own food. We would find tin cans out in the field that he had gathered out of the garbage, He had licked them clean and even bit through the tin, I am sure a talent he acquired when he rode the rails with Kerouac. He seemed so independent but then loved love. He was very well traveled. From his mysterious beginnings to spending some of his time in Canada, he smelled as much of the world as a dog can smell. Walk on faithful friend.
On the fifteenth floor
the dog chews a bone-
Screech of taxicabs.
An unpublished Haiku by Allen Ginsberg 1955
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
A Nice Surprise In the Garden
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Pimping My Old Man's Ride
I spent this lovely Saturday afternoon replacing the tennis balls on my father's walker. I decided to document and so you too can someday add this to your resume of geriatric care skills if so needed. Adding tennis balls to the back legs of a walker gives you the much desired glide and slide affect, lending itself to a much quieter ride. Without the tennis balls lifting of the walker by the driver is required and this must be avoided at all costs. The sound of cla-unk, rattle rattle, cla-unk, rattle rattle at 3 A.M. due to the driver out of bed and scurrying an overactive bladder that is seeking relief to the toilet, is nothing you want to rouse you from your whiskey induced slumbers.
Step 1. Notice wear and tear on old tennis balls. Dad has worn the fuzz down to the rubber causing a dragging effect.
Step 2. Place new ball in vise.
Step 3. Mark out the placement of cut.
Step 4. Cut into ball using a utility blade. Important: new sharp blade required.
Step 5. Place new tennis on back legs.
Final Thought. Due to wear and flattening on the old balls, they sit very well so why not use them for flower vases!
Friday, August 1, 2008
An Exquisite Laugh
I gotta watch this everyday now because this german woman cracking up is contagious.
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