Can You See the Plane?
Wreck
I searched for another word for accident but couldn’t find an adequate substitute.
Early this month an idiot ran into Mike on his way to work. The turnpike was shut down, parking lot style. Not moving a’tall. Enter maniac, who must have been texting or trying to extricate his head from his stupid ass.
So, Ghost was deemed totaled and Mike still can’t sleep lying down. It’s muscular, because the ER did an MRI ($28,000!) on his spine and it looked fine.
It’s difficult being a one car family, so we bought the object of Mike’s affection, a Wrangler.
He loves Wranglers, I love Grand Cherokees. This time he gets his pick.
I loved the Gray Ghost and miss it, but who knows; I may learn to love this as well.
Beautiful Mess
Florida might be a hot, wet mess, but the unexpected beauty smacks you in the face sometimes. Does it make up for the gators and skeeters? No. Hell no.
Orange Sky at Night
Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in the morning, sailor’s warning. Does orange mean sailors should get drunk?
All as shot.
And in the east, an orange palm from the reflection:
Black Thumb
I love the smell of lavender, but obviously cannot grow it.
Edited to add: this is not my fault. As soon as we passed through the sliding doors at Home Depot it started browning. Dying. Simply because I removed it…. from what could not have been its home for long.
How and Why?
Pot roast and kabobs are out, since we don’t eat meat anymore… (cry for me!) so I cruise the net for meat-less, wheat-less, sugar-less, tasteless recipe items that somehow resemble normal food.
This looked promising. A small potato, two eggs, half a cup of greek yogurt, half teaspoon baking powder. That’s not hard. They are supposed to look like ordinary buns. Instead, the buggers came out resembling – and tasting like– hard cooked eggs.
I give up.
Whist I bemoaned the outcome of my hard work, the man tried to put a good spin on it. Trust me, he doesn’t want me to stop trying. ‘It’s not bad, just bland’ and ‘maybe with some steak sauce?’
I’d walked into the Florida room (away from the mess) and heard him say “Let’s leave this shit and go to Taco Hell”.
For some reason the man and I laughed for 20 minutes solid.
Serenity
Deerfield Beach is just north of us and their cams have sound! Ours don’t… So I visit every morning… virtually.
There’s nothing like the sound of surf, so I also visit some nights to lull me to sleep. Reminds me of the beach house.
It’s Time
Yes, they’ve finally bloomed and the obligatory proof must be offered. Sorry.
Promise there won’t be 1,000 images of bloody lilies this time. No, really. I’m too busy trying to stay out of the heat to tarry for a good shot. Once the dog finally passes going outside will consist of running to the car then running into whatever destination. Anywhere with good A/C would do, really.
Old Woman
In Retrospect…
Perhaps I should have purchased a smaller bed….
