Wednesday, April 30, 2014
I grew up with Walt Disney.
I had a raccoon cap just like Fess Parker in the movie Davy Crockett. I knew that theme song by heart.
I like Disney!
We've visited Disney World many times. On a visit out to California to see one of Elenka's cousins, we even took a side trip to Disneyland. We've taken two cruises on the Disney MAGIC. We like to visit Downtown Disney. As a matter of fact, we recently walked streets there. We've stayed at Disney hotels too. Twice we've stayed at the Wilderness Lodge and Coronado Springs.
Did I tell you I like Disney?
I like the Mouse!
I really do!
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014
That is a large mouth.
I'm happy watching them soar, overhead along the shore.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Word to the wise?
Watch out for cars and four-wheelers and bikes traveling back and forth on the hard sand.
It was a fun afternoon with temperatures creeping towards 90.
Of course, we brought beverages!
And, yes those are my flamingos!
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Sunday, April 27, 2014
Another day at the beach.
This time we hung out at the Tiki Bar at the end of the pier at Coca Beach and watched the surfers below. I must admit they were pretty brazen. About a half hour before, and about a half mile down the beach, pretty much right in front of our chairs there had been a shark attack. A German tourist, swimming close to shore, received a significant bite just above his ankle. Heck, seaweed brushing against my leg in waist high water is worthy of attention let alone some fish 'scanning the menu' for dinner.
Birdman a la carte?
Elenka and I settled for a couple of rum concoctions and scanned the water from above for surfers mysteriously disappearing beneath the waves. No such luck though. As a matter of fact, I didn't even hear that spooky Jaws theme music playing in the distance.
duunnn dunn... duuuunnnn duun... duuunnnnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnn dunnnn!
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Saturday, April 26, 2014
We ventured to the beaches of Central Florida over the last week. One of our stops took us to Coca Beach. Nailed to this tree next to the rangers station was a pretty haphazard collection of junk. I don't know about you, but if I lose anything of worth and I know I've done it, I'm retracing my steps looking for it as soon as I can. At work there is a pile of stuff: nice winter jackets, a pair of wellies, jeans, sneakers among the recognizable. Why have they not been reunited to their owners? I can't figure this out for the life of me. For the most part, these items hanging from this tree will probably never find their way home. The owners are long gone, probably heading back North. Most of the articles brought a grin to me. The ranger even got a kick out of my photographic pursuit that afternoon.
Wait a minute.
This 'lost blonde' reminds me of someone.
Look, she's waving at me!
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Friday, April 25, 2014
I lived with it.
I had no real problem with it.
Well, when I was with young ladies, it could be a bit perturbing.
On hot summer nights, if I pleaded 'pretty please', I got an extension until 10.
Mom was fair.
btw THIS isn't the bell!
If it was this one... Good Grief!
Where's the fire?????
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Thursday, April 24, 2014
Work around the house is always on the schedule for summer days.
I usually have a summer project or two to work on.
As of now, no real plan.
But I have some ideas.
And some time.
... considering my soon to be new life-plan.
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014
As far as I'm concerned, they will always be in.
As a matter of fact, the last time we were at the Jetport here in Portland I waited in a great white rocker. There are probably 20 or so sprinkled around the waiting areas. Also, given the choice of a chair or a rocker for my retirement with a nice plaque attached, I opted for the rocker. In my book, you can't go wrong settling for a good rocking chair. I grew up with one in the kitchen next to the wood stove, and these days there are a couple rocking in our home. Sitting in the sun on this porch only adds to the pleasurable experience.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014
My name was cut into the bottom.
If you find it in a garage sale or a museum someday, tell them you know the sculptor.
It'll be a steal for $5!
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Monday, April 21, 2014
This image still makes me chuckle.
I'll still take a look at the newsstand, if I spy the new monthly issue.
At Christmas, J- always gets the 'Year in Review' issue.
I strongly believe in the adage.
There is truth among the shadows.
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Sunday, April 20, 2014
We had a barred owl visiting the top of our garage all winter. He was hanging out around our birdfeeders and when the garage lights were glaring... it was dinner time. I had just one regret. He came between 10 PM and midnight. They are after all nocturnal hunters. I wish he'd make a couple of swings by around 10 in the morning. The three fat squirrels would have made quite a repast.
Getting rid squirrels--- is that a bad thing?
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Saturday, April 19, 2014
Got this as a gift yesterday. What a neat bottle! Pancakes usually are not a part of my morning regiment. Sometimes, on weekends when I'm weak and Elenka dangles tempting blueberries at me, I'll commit the sin and partake. Saturdays usually finds me wrestling with an English muffin or two. Raspberry jelly along with peanut butter usually does the trick. Now, if there's a warm, cinnamon-raisin bagel in the vicinity, I might take a gamble. Otherwise, I might have to sample this bottle soon.
Why am I thinking the Stanley Cup Playoff looking at this? Heck, the Maple Leafs didn't even make the grade this year. Still trying to recover from the stunner last year in Game 7 with the Bruins, I guess.
Lord Stanley's fun has begun!
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Friday, April 18, 2014
There's a bottle in my fridge this morning.
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Thursday, April 17, 2014
It's a grate.
When it comes to drainage grates, everything heads to the sea around here. That said, we must be on alert, as to what flows through these openings. Why did I waste my time photographing this? I liked it. Simple as that. Liked the design. Liked the color. Liked the rust. There'll be no Pulitzer Prize for Featured Photography coming my way for this one. I just like it.
Remember: there is no explanation needed for taste.
And that's the name of that tune!
Ain't it grate!
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Wednesday, April 16, 2014
*By the way, the snow at the left reminds me, we had a dusting of snow last night. Towns nearby got 2-3 inches.
April 16... I love Maine!
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Sometimes songs, people, events just come rushing back out of the blue. Where they come from and why at a particular time, I do not know
Exhibit A- I'm looking at this image, taken on East End Beach last week, and all I'm thinking of is the Shangri Las hit "Remember, Walkin' in the Sand" recorded back somewhere around 1965. The Shangri Las were one of those slutty girl bands that that guys were pulled towards. Not me , of course, but some guys (insert laugh track here). Although they dressed kind of pretty, I imagined they'd fit in perfectly with the greasers in the teen classic, The Outsiders. They could hide switchblades in their poofy hair! When I heard "Leader of the Pack", I knew I had to see what these girls looked like. Saw them on American Bandstand, Hullabaloo and the Lloyd Thaxton Show.
Like a comet, they flashed across the sky.
Blonde lead singer, Mary Weiss, is still performing.
That's my musical update today.
Monday, April 14, 2014
The last couple weeks here's my playlist: Lou Reed, Talking Heads, Grateful Dead, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Rosanne Cash, Steely Dan, Classical, Lucinda Williams, Queen, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Beck, Beatles, Bob Marley, Radiohead, The Four Seasons, Springsteen, Brad Paisley, Buckwheat Zydeco, Jimmy Cliff, British Invasion music, Steve Miller Band, Dave Clark Five, Hall and Oats, Dropkick Murphys, Dwight Yoakum, Saw Doctors, Moody Blues, Cher, Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes, Pretenders, Four Tops, Warren Zevon, Dylan, Oscar Peterson, Patsy Cline, Miles Davis, Chris Isaak, Dire Straits, Dusty Springfield, Dean Martin, Clapton, Allman Brothers, BB King, Van Morrison, Stones, Kinks and a few more.
As you can see, my musical tastes run all over the place.
Music plays in my world.
Who have I left out that needs to be on my rotation?
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Sunday, April 13, 2014
These couches have stories.
I haven't read them yet though.
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Saturday, April 12, 2014
Maybe I'm missing something.
It won't be the first time.
You go you plovers!
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Friday, April 11, 2014
I like to think I'm different, but in a good way. I like to think I'm a bit unique too. I was thinking about this the other day. Yes, different is good, but each day you live a different way, don't you become in a kind of a sad, boring way the SAME? Maybe I'm thinking too much this morning.
Gotta go get a coffee.
*Hey, check this out. I've been included this morning.
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
That said, I'm thinking it's getting close to a spring trip to the beach and a rack of fried clams and beach fries.
I'm just saying.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
I'll leave it at that.
Not getting into the hunting debate here.
Not even going to go any further battling the pros and cons of fashion either.
However, Heidi would look stunning in this number, with or without the spiked heels.
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Past or Future
My memory seems a bit foggy at times though.
Perhaps Elenka might be a better judge.
Learn from mistakes.
Then turn the page.
Monday, April 7, 2014
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
This image was not taken this morning. I took it about 3 weeks ago after our last snowfall (I hope). It's the maple tree at the end of the driveway. Spring has finally sprung.
Boing! Boing! Boing!
There. Did you hear it.
We've got a stretch ahead, about 10 days, of 50+ temperatures headed our way. I saw about 20 robins hopping about a field on the way home from work last week. Maybe baseball fields will be showing brown grass in another week or so. Bright sun greeted me at the backdoor, as I let Molly out this morning. The driveway remains wet, and that always a good sign that the garden area is melting. Still significant snow remains piled on the deck, but I digress. Crocuses are blooming. Elenka tells me there are daffodils ready to explode on her way to work. More birds are chirping, as I shove off to work each morning at 6:30. There is plenty of dirty snow around, but I just divert my eyes.
"Look away, it's hideous!"
So, this better be my last snow shot, but I'm not predicting anything.
I had Michigan State winning it all tomorrow night. They are long gone in the Madness that was March.
We've had snow mid-April too.
Never in May though.
I shouldn't have uttered those words.
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Saturday, April 5, 2014
No grind involved, other than its name.
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Friday, April 4, 2014
This looks to be a very economical storage alternative behind the Amtrak station. I bet it beats the heck out pricy marinas located around the harbor. Own a boat? Storage is a big ticket item to consider.
Storage for me comes down to energy storage. Unlike a fine friend and coworker next door, who is always eating to feed the metabolism, I pass on breakfast and make it to lunch before I partake. My lunch these days: cottage cheese, plain yogurt, raisins, almonds, blueberries, sliced bananas, a few grapes. It's a mess when I stir the concoction together, and yes, I get strange looks at my lunch table and a few laughs thrown in, but from my end it's delicious.
As George Costanza says, "It's all pipes; what's the difference. It all ends up in the same place."
Storage of energy is a very good thing.
Now, that's food for thought.
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Thursday, April 3, 2014
It seems like lots of changes... for the better.
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
See, I experienced the newest Disney movie long before it hit the theaters this past year.
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Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Theme Day: Triangles
His professors loved it.
The judges admired it and talked to him at length about what he had done.
Even this Dad can be impressed with art.
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