Susan’s here for Kate’s New Hampshire All State Concert on Saturday, and she had cheese quesadillas and marguritas (it’s a tradition) for dinner at La Cantina in Acton. I asked for decaf and got Sanka.
Travis sent me this photo of the Pigeon Point Lighthouse in Pescadero, CA., which is due east of San Jose.
Found (the hat) in the sleeve of my suede jacket. Left at our house after one of those empty nest dinners.
Most of my cousins live in the midwest (and I don’t mean the mideast like Ohio), so it’s hard to explain why we can only manage a once-a-year visit to the single relative who lives in this area. But that’s the way it is – it’s always Easter with Vic and Jennifer.
The Finlays
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday
On my way to Adam’s house, I stopped at the lumber yard in Maynard. Mike, who wears shorts year round and treats new customers like a border guard watching for terrorists, runs the place. As I paid for my studs, I noticed his security camera set-up. Bright, color photos of the snow in his lumber […]
On my way to Adam’s house, I stopped at the lumber yard in Maynard. Mike, who wears shorts year round and treats new customers like a border guard watching for terrorists, runs the place. As I paid for my studs, I noticed his security camera set-up. Bright, color photos of the snow in his lumber […]
Goose and friend.
I’m not saying I’d rather live there, but here’s another midwest story. If you walk the aisles of our Home Depot you can watch sales people scatter as if you’re the first local case of Avian Flu. In Evansville, in those identical looking aisles, you get real tired of saying, “No, I don’t need any […]
Here’s the difference. Jeff logs on and sends me a dozen photos of their recent trip: sunsets, mountains, brick buildings, train stations and family members. Karen logs on and sends me what she’s titled as “Five Great Photos,” and they are all of her son who lives in Spain. Reminds me some of Diane and […]