Lying on my side, working through the clamshell exercises and side planks directed by my trainer, I stare sort of blankly at the treadmill frame.
After a few weeks (OK, maybe it was a few months), I finally notice someone staring back at me. Someone who looks as if they belong in a Picasso painting.
Just read the label on my CoolGear can (with anchors design) from the Dollar Store.
Remember the funny/silly label on the pot roast? Barbara Carlson sent me the following label facsimile.
Looked them up on the internet: “The certificate for this Website is invalid….”
But they do have a FB page: https://www.facebook.com/coolgearinc/
So there you have it. At least two companies are engaging in label behaviour they hope is engaging. Check out the labels near you.
I’ve happened upon some fun reflections of lights in windows. This was the first time I noticed a similar phenomenon in a wineglass.
I’m not sure I have the technical bits quite right (a little harder with a phone than with a camera, maybe). More research is clearly warranted.
P.S. Happy birthday, Mom. I know you would have enjoyed helping with this research.
It likely happens more often than it should: I take a photo of one thing and get something else. Something I didn’t see.
The latest but likely not the last example is the light-standard reflections in the raindrops on a car’s rain/sun/moon roof in Sunny Alberta.
‘The Time has come,’ the Walrus said, ‘to talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing wax,
Of cabbages and kings.
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings.’
– Lewis Carroll, The Walrus and the Carpenter
For our Phoenix guests who don’t mind roads that go up and down and around curves and along crevasses all at the same time, the Pickle Barrel Trading Post in Globe is a fun destination. Continue reading
Faithful readers will certainly know of my troubles with squirrels. Casual readers likely know. Heck, passers-by in the street probably have some idea.
The worst squirrel sin — of many — is what they do to the buds on my magnolia tree. Each Spring, just as I think that the tree is about to stun me with beautiful blooms, I get a shot as if from a stun gun: a tree stripped bare by these ravenous rodents. Continue reading
After watching great egrets for a while — they were preening on treetops, and flying in with nesting materials — I realized that some birds were a little ahead of the courting game. Some birds had already had their babies.
Mother and child? Well, anyway, it was a peaceful scene.
Peaceful, that is, until the other parent got home.
Nor was this a one-off reaction. Happy little families transformed into ravening hordes before my eyes wherever I looked.
And speaking of eyes, I share the egret’s uncertainty. Given those juvenile beaks, is it better to go at it eyes closed or eyes open?
As the birds swarm our newly installed backyard feeder, I think, of course, of Alfred Hitchcock‘s 1963 movie which introduced Tippi Hedren, mother to Melanie Griffiths, who, it must be said, doesn’t look like she’s had much work if any done on her face, unlike so many of her acting cohort.
But back to Hitchcock. Beyond his intentionally creepy on-screen persona in Alfred Hitchcock Presents, I have a vague sense that Hitchcock was personally creepy, at least with young women wanting to be movie stars. Hollywood, after all. What are the odds? Continue reading
2. Realize you still need instructions
and grab cardboard from recycling bin.
My scanning eye stops in its tracks, and I go back over it, in slow time. When confused, I find it’s best to go back to the point just before the confusion, if I can.
1. Throw away this cardboard sleeve
and the plastic cover.
OK, that’s clear enough and about what I was expecting. Next!
2. Realize you still need instructions
and grab cardboard from recycling bin.
Yes, I read it aright the first time. Continue reading
Posted: 2025 Aug 20
