Thanks, Geri, for this photo!
Tag: memories
For Lindsey
Three views of a handsome young man in a black leather jacket.
Tuesday: brought to you by the color gray
It’s a gorgeous day in Houston–bright and bold enough to make gray safe to share with some random shots I’ve taken.
Galveston on February 27.
Squirrel!
Gray Chucks on red wood.
Eeyore gets a surprise in Pooh Garden.
Big Mama.
Magnetic Poetry 365:57
For those playing along, I made “went” from “we” and “want,” if you’d rather use those words. Also, the hard-to-read pink word on the right is “with.”
Photo Friday, No. 236
Current Photo Friday theme: Open
If you open up your heart…
Lyric from “Awaiting On You All” by George Harrison.
Today is George Harrison’s birthday. I opened the window seat where I store my albums and brought out this tattered copy of All Things Must Pass, a gift from Riley. George Harrison is my answer to that oft-repeated question, “Favorite Beatle?”
Thank you, George Harrison and Riley, for all your gifts and the way you opened my heart and life to new experiences and adventures.
Sorry, wrong number
This morning I had a message from a business in Illinois. They were trying to reach someone who’d called them after hours and must have misspoken her phone number, giving them mine. It’s probably dorky, but I always return those calls to tell them they reached my number by mistake. At least it gives them a shot at trying again to connect with the right caller.
This morning I’m glad I did, because the person I talked to had the best Midwestern accent–she sounded a lot like Rose Nylund from “Golden Girls,” but she sounded even more like my late friend Steve R’s mother–super pleasant voice with a lilt, great phone etiquette. It made me happy just to talk to her.
Magnetic Poetry 365:51
I got the idea the Magnetic Poetry elves really, really wanted me to use the word “delicious.”
I’ve had a few meals turn out this way.
Not a happy story
This story just broke my heart. Someone deliberately used lethal amounts of herbicide on Live Oak trees in Auburn, Alabama, that are estimated to be more than 130 years old. A person who called himself “Al” and a Crimson Tide fan claimed responsibility for the poisoning on a radio show. Whether or not this was really about a football rivalry, it’s a shameful and inexcusable act of eco terrorism.
If you read Three Fortunes in One Cookie, you may remember our nod to the wonderful heritage of the South’s Live Oaks. These majestic beauties have their own names and belong to their own society. There are rules and even laws governing how we treat them.
I hope whoever did this is found and punished. These trees aren’t just part of Auburn University’s football tradition. They are part of all Southerners’ hearts.
Tim in the Friendship Oak on the campus of the University of Southern Mississippi-Gulf Coast
in Long Beach in 2004.
Live Oak at the Menil Museum, Houston, Texas, 2007.
Live Oak at Becks on Westheimer, Houston, Texas, 2007.
Magnetic Poetry 365:44
Some found photos
For the longest time I’ve been sure I had a day of photos missing (from a 2008 trip). Last night I found them on the laptop and was able to copy them to my current desktop. (They may still be misfiled on my old PC as well. I’m an archivist’s nightmare.) That search and recovery was prompted by my wish for a specific Photo Friday shot.
All that reminded me of pulling photos from my old cell before I finalized my phone upgrade earlier this week. In doing so, I discovered a photo taken last August on a Craft Night. Margot had sequestered herself away from the rest of us in a crate (if she goes into Fort Emo under the bed, it’s not as effective, since then the rest of us don’t get to see how much she suffers). Tim reached into the crate to pet her (so she could pretend to hate the attention), and he fell asleep. I surreptitiously caught the moment with my cell phone. It always took the worst photos; the iPhone can only be an improvement.
