It might as well’ve been the North Star with the way it drew me from across the parking lot on the way into the local grocery store over the weekend. This otherwise dinged and scraped up pumpkin was made the best of the bunch by having lost its stem, as it highlighted its most magnificent star.
Here’s another star- that avocado! Creepiest thing I’ve seen lately, puttin’ the moves on my chicken limone. ♦
The beach can have this ball as far as I’m concerned, this screen troll is no welcome icon viewed from any Mac screen. Kudos to this guy for using his talk time as a vehicle for a little delight and fanciful fun! And bravo to employing an improv troupe as well. ♦
Friday started right with a big ol’ stack of coffee flapjacks. Subtle in their java infusion, I deem them worthy of the griddle again. After the remainder are consumed from the depths of the freezer, that is, as it was quite the vertical monument. Perhaps a reincarnation into a bread pudding of sorts and then hoisted off on some folks at work (note to self).
My Macbook then died soon after in a lengthy dramatic affair rife with kernel panics followed by safe starts, PRAM resets and the like in attempts to revive it to its seemingly staunch and steady status just moments before. Le grrr and le gripe. Darn it to heck and back, Yosemite OS X update, you abominable interface, you.
Good thing Dylan was immediately in my future. Bean treated me to Jack, I treated her to Bob. Worked with a Robert Zimmerman years ago at the movie theatre- a stoic fella, he treated only his Mustang. We took our turn with the Never Ending Tour, in the 17th row on the 17th night of October. The night flew by, but not before enjoying a little company of the folks around us at intermission, a great book gifted from Bean, a vibrant older couple dancing in the aisle way, and the gorgeous lighting arrangement on stage- simple, classic, varied and complimentary. I even managed to hear the song I’d hoped for out of a plethora of possibilities.
As for any answers to the Macbook and beyond, they’re still, well, you know. ♦
Must I really get up and break this lovely cocoon I currently inhabit, suspended somewhere in the balance between brisk autumn air entering from the open window and the cozy warmth afforded by the comfort of down, i.e., the down comforter? ♦
Organizing supplies for upcoming photography shoots at work. By type and by color.
Oh, look, free lunch! Panera Bread is a client currently, so there was a spread of sammiches and various accompaniments at the ready today. Pulled off the top piece of bread in order to add a slather of spicy brown mustard, and found this guy embedded like an encrusted jewel in a dense bed of carbohydrated gold. ♦