Out and About

Today I was thinking that I haven’t done much in the way of LJ posting this week. Just Runway Monday, Hump Day Happy, and Photo Friday. I can’t regret that it means life has settled down a notch or two after months of upheaval and turmoil. I like it when things at The Compound are serene (with the exception of Rex’s stitches, but that’s really Tim’s LJ domain). It has either rained or been sweltering all week, so I haven’t felt like getting out much, plus I don’t feel quite the same compulsion when my camera is with Nikon instead of with me.

Tonight, however, I had to run a couple of errands, including to Walgreen’s. As I pulled up, I noticed a pair of red high heels on the trunk of the car next to me. I really wished for my camera as I was walking inside. When I returned, they were still there. I remembered that I could use my cell phone camera, even though every photo I take with it is crap. Still, I snapped this photo.

Not entirely happy–it’s hard getting used to a new phone–I decided to take another. That’s when I spied a cute blonde walking out of Walgreen’s. She didn’t seem to be heading for that car, but I stepped back just in case. She clicked her key chain and the car lights flashed.

Here’s our conversation:

Me: Is this your car?
Her: (slowly) Yeeees. (starts to open door)
Me: (pointing to back of car) Are those your red high heels?
Her: (gasp) OHMYGOD, thank you! They’re not mine, but she’d have KILLED me if I lost them. (tosses shoes in back seat, then gets stricken look on her face) SHIT! I wonder what else I set on the back of the trunk?!? I gotta go!
Me: Good luck!

Hump Day Happy

It’s Wednesday, I know, and I’ll get to your bit of happiness. First, I want to share some of the good things about my week. I don’t have pictures of the sight that makes me smile from ear to ear, and that is Rexford G. Lambert and EZ running The Compound grounds together. They don’t play with each other yet, but they are able to enjoy being outside, unleashed within the fence, acting like dogs who’ve become part of the same pack.

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I know what everyone woke up worried about today

It’s not “How long must we wait to see Tim’s, Mark’s, and Becks’ designs?” It’s not “How the hell will I pay for gasoline?” It’s not “Where’s Becky’s Photo Friday?” It’s not even “McCain or Obama?”

It’s–WHAT ABOUT MY STARBUCKS? Full list of planned closings right here. I hope this won’t ruin anyone’s weekend.

Hump Day Happy

 

 

Don’t think that all my work for Runway Mondays will make me forget that you deserve some happiness. You only need comment with a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, and I’ll find you a delightful bit of happiness from Barbara Ann Kipfer’s book.

Last week you said it was a plastic hamster. This week a snake. You’re having an acid flashback, aren’t you?

Hump Day Happy

 

 

I was recently perusing 14,0000 Things to Be Happy About and noticing how many of the Things seemed a bit dated. My edition of the book was from 1990, after all, when more than five of my readers could still remember Things like Bonwit Teller, David Brenner, and the phrase, “You turkey!”

Never say I’m not good to you. I recently acquired the 2007 version of 14,000 Things to Be Happy About, in which around 1,500 old Things were replaced with more up-to-date Things (sounds like the Playboy mansion). This also means that the order is not what it used to be so go ahead, use your birthdays again; you might see something new. Just remember that only works once.

Anyone–even Anonymous–need not be shy about giving me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25. After all, as the Pet Shop Boys have taught us, “Happiness is an option.”

You see what? A plastic hamster? Have you been drinking?

Photo Friday, No. 103

Current Photo Friday theme: Spiral


Yesterday, I bought a new novel.
Last night, as I was reading it, I could see something in the crack between the pages.
When I turned the book over and shook it, the seven tiny stars pictured here fell out.
I love this kind of random gift.
Happy Independence Day, everyone.