Tree and grilled Velveeta

Well, we got the new-used G4 computer from Dana last night, and it is up and running. He let us have a good deal on it. Thanks, Dana. Laura led us in the cleaning of the memory last night, also. The speakers and screen are the best. I had a long day at work today again, as well... "Well, It's been a long, been a long, been a long long day." Can you name that musical??... No, probably not; unless, you're gay or a theatre major.
Anyway, Shelley and Matthew came over to help us decorate our tree. We had a good time. We had grilled Velveeta Cheese sandwiches and crab bisgue. Mmmm-Mmmm. I walked outside with them as they left. we didn't quite get to finish, but I wanted to take a picture for a restoration of the reputation of the dark-windowed tree. This, from a few nights ago when I showed it dark and sinister. Enjoy the pics.

The day after

As I reported yesterday, I was bummin.' But as I was driving out this morning, the cloud arrangement was so soft and beautiful. And as I was getting out of the car with Edvard this morning, I saw this sunrise happening. So, I took yet another sky picture. I dropped off my car, put on my Nano pod, and walked to Starbucks to get a coffee and listen to, "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me" before going into work. It was kinda' cool. I was drinking and listening to the song I wanted to, but I did it with coffee and in the morning instead of in the night. It is not that I can't do the things I used to do, it is just that I need to alter the plans a little.

Don't let the Sun Go Down on Me

I had to fire someone tonight from my work place. On the way home I called one of my sisters and went on as to how glad I was that I am clean and sober and adjusted, because it helps me deal with these difficult things. Then I called another sister, and told her how I wanted to get drunk and sing,"Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me." Why do we live in two different minds at the same time. I don't know, but I did find out that Verison has me on a plan where I can send 50 pictures a months outside their community without charge. Looks like I will be able to get some more on the blog.

PS This picture was taken just after I had let her go, and then went to dinner to pick up my Humalog from the SFW Pharmacy. Blurry, but pretty. God bless polution. Enjoy the pic.

whoeowooeeh!!!

The scary shrub that awaits from within.

Open air walk. Can you join me?

We were walking in the morning air, and I sighted this home in the open air, as well. It was a little place. One room elevated flat with a view of the neighborhood. It seemed like it was up for occupancy. Well constructed, and pretty safe. Parking space not an issue, but there was one downside to the place. No cable. Ahhh, well. We'll just have to keep looking.
Then we were at a stand still a few blocks further, and I looked down to see these beautiful greens along the sidewalk. They were crisp and fresh, yet soft and cozy, at the same time. Sort of like a good glass of wine, or a hot cup of peppermint mocha. I had to have a picture of this tranquility. Enjoy the pics.

Frosts and Faces

Frosts and faces are the way things sometimes go in this world. This morning as I was walking Edvard in a park I saw some frost on the grass and leaves. Many beautiful things have frost, and are prone to quicker damage of from it. They are laid out there, and exposed to the jeopardies of the world and its actions. We can be supportive and bring warmth to those who are frosted, or stand away and be non-communicative. I prefer to try to make sure that warmth is spread and felt. And if by chance the frost has already come and set, show the beauty that there still is in that composition, or being. Sounds like shit, but it is still part of my life's philosophy. Where does your head go? Enjoy the pics. Oh, PS The building is definitely another face.

The the table was so inviting that there in the the first picture the the squirrel tried to get in; but the the Buddha was being so protective that you can see in the the second picture that he put checkered fabric in the the squirrel's way. Thereby, protecting the the holy sanctum of our dinner. Lo, is the the ways of the the world, and forever is the the giving of dishevel. What shall we do, but be a wayward child that survives as one child can. Love the the chance to be a happy child, and don't drown in the the dishevel. Give thanks for the the peace and good bounty we have, for it can be gone all too quickly. Love all to be loved and friends with all others.