Thanks

My Mom... with her Mom, tasting the turkey.

Inspired by the holiday, (but mostly by Maggie at magpiemusing.com) I dug up a cherished memory of Thanksgiving past...
     In the beginning, there was toast. The smell wafted up to my bedroom on the morning of the day. The toast would lead to the stuffing and the turkey... and the long games of Scrabble while we watched it cook. My Mom cooked the stuffing INSIDE the bird. We ate it. We lived.
     And my fondest memory? Sneaking back into the turkey the next morning, and spellunking for juicy bits of forgotten stuffing between the ribs.

A Bird and a Starfish

I'm one of those people who look for the symbolism in everything.... for example, squirrel road kill right in front of my path: "wrong decision ahead" or " it's SO not worth killing yourself for that damn nut."

     Today when I saw this lone sea gull proudly showing off a starfish in its beak, I instantly wondered what was up. (As an aside, I was walking past it with 2 other people, and neither one noticed. The fact that I SEE things like this all the time is a topic for a different day.)

     I went through the symbolic possibilities in my mind: "That check I've been waiting for is finally coming...."   Or  "My dead Mom is SO proud of me."   Or   " If you have a rare gift, you should flaunt it."  Or  "Remember when the kids used to watch 3 hours of Spongebob a day?"

     I could go on....

Shoot the Sky 1.0

I've been teaching the varmints about shooting the sky.... almost every day, we stop what we're doing at sunset time, and go to the harbor to shoot the sky. I hope it sticks.

Still here....

I'm busy working, schlepping varmints, shooting bugs, sunsets and shrooms. Are you still there??!!

Old School

May you never forget how to make a book jacket from a brown paper bag.

Channeling Mom

When I wear my Mom's bracelet, I flashback to her smoking and drinking coffee at the kitchen table...

The Calm Amidst the Chaos...

Puddle Filter

Finn's

Primitive Wall Art: On Vanderventer.

Post-Valentine's Date

Grayscale

Port Washington, New York.

Motherhood.

Lucky Me!

Large Booty on Sale at Dairy Barn

Tea Tree

On The Bay

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to live somewhere
where I couldn't walk down to the water.