This is a dollar store mask! The dragon hat is eating her head tho you can’t see it very well. The whole aquafit class that follows my swim dressed up obediently in accordance with their teacher’s instructions.

My green nose and purple glasses with a transparent witch hat weren’t anywhere.

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That’s Aunt Sarah on the right whom I think about every Halloween as I dawn my green warty nose with the purple glasses and eyebrows. These two sisters came West from Kentucky with their mother in a covered wagon and evidently had a high old time with the rest of the train. [...]

Since newspapers have started putting back files on line, googling family is rewarding. My husband started playing golf when he was ten, hitchiking alone to the Spokane Country Club. He hitched with a broken arm when he was 13 and according to this clipping, won the Inspirational Caddie Award and a huge cup. [...]

Of course it is hard for me to think of Whole Wheat as a GOOD thing, due to my celiac condition but my local Metro grocery seems to have decided to push nutrition at its mainly student customers. I buy white bread for my 50’s era husband but after the student’s pass through, [...]

Ask these guys who are preparing to put all these services back up after a high wind collided with my vine into which the lines were carefully escounced. This involved ladders, clippers, hardhats, yellow tape, barriers and amused passersby.

Here’s my vine, formidable and all pink in the sunrise. It was being [...]

This is really a handpuppet made by Jo Vellacott. A friend asked about them and I went and found mine, the one in the picture. YOu can see about how big it is by the size of my feet. Mine has a tiny rubber chicken in one hand since that’s what I use [...]

Turns out my local supermarket just down the street from me; Metro Store 152, in Kingston, Ontario, Canada, (the one about which I write about once a week or so), has an address that is nearly mine. The difference is a 7 in the street number that can easily be mistaken for a [...]

Yesterday I got 4 of the worst looking lawn chairs you can imagine, from garbage set out curbside that was mostly construction remnants. This green broken-back chair with paint stains is the very pits, so bad I leave it turned over outside.

This one, half sprayed with black paint is [...]

Smaller sign tells passersby that “THEY STOLE OUR 2ND SIGN TOO. THIS IS OUR THIRD SIGN.”
Sigh. I shall try to bring it in at night.