More beauty in the broken. Here’s what’s left of my car window after a walk in the woods this weekend had me and a friend return to find the car ransacked. Mother truckers! They managed to skip the trunk entirely though. Good thing! So(me)one had their laptop in there, as well as both our purses, and even our phones, until, upon first heading out- gasp- we realized we were phone-free, and returned to take our addictions with us. Talk about that one time you do the thing being the time the thing happens! ♦
Nifty way to bring beauty to what’s been broken.
Lemons to lemonade. ♦
Camouflage by Barcelona-based artist Pejac
Oh, rainy day, how I love thee. Unapologetic pluviophile here.
I remember watching two drops run down the window as a kid, betting which one would get to the bottom first. ♦
All done till next time. ♦
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? ♦
Got to catch up on Sheldon and the gang in an all out binge fest of The Big Bang Theory. Howard got sent up into space and upon his awakening, he screamed for nine minutes (provoked by his fellow astronauts pranking him with a rubber alien mask secured outside his window). He tells his wife that she can view the footage on Youtube if she’d like. Off to the web I went immediately to view said footage and sure enough, this is what I found, a fan video containing a still shot of Howie backed by a looped yell for nine excruciating minutes (plus a bonus second!). And these two comments. I hear ya, Abel. ♦
Oh, goodness. What a lovely bit of window. Subtle and ornamental, not a full blown break-me stained glass kinda deal. Was standing there on that pebbly gravel, having spotted this green beacon from the road and was immediately compelled to capture it, when the phone rang. Bean. Thought she was alerting me that she was there as well and looking to locate me. We’d arrived to my uncle’s funeral. On the way, I’d played a series of somber and beautiful film scores in keeping with the day’s mood, but wouldn’t you know it, just as I took a right into the entrance, The Muppet Show theme came on. Smiles and laughter are indeed okay even at the saddest of times. The day and night went on to prove it in reconnecting with loved ones long missed.
But about that call. Bean was stranded six miles up the road just off the freeway where her clutch had gone out. Timing! Jumped back in the car and picked her and Shane up arriving back with but a minute to spare. The place was packed, an overly full house attesting to the character of a man gone too soon. So glad to have so many turn out to acknowledge him. ♦