An evening with my 11 year-old, playing "Hallelujah" on our guitars, listening to different versions-- Cohen was a must to give her perspective on her favorite version, Buckley for the emotional beauty of his guitar...
I'm finally enjoying my kids. I mean *really* enjoying them.
@Mainebot Probably,
I am so, so thankful for my music and my yoga that have carried me through these last four years. I don't know where I'd be without them.
@djsundog I don't think my area got as hot as it was supposed to get. I threw the windows and doors open again, and it's NICE. The forecast says it's supposed to be 82 right now, but it feels like maybe 78.
@dlek It’s a good film, and I’m guessing since you special ordered it, you were fan enough to really enjoy it (?)
Thank you, coffee-that-I accidentally-steeped-in-the-press-for-25-minutes, for being the best coffee I've made in months.☕
@donblanco I know! 😆
Happy 30th Anniversary to #101, #DepecheMode's iconic 1988 Concert for the Masses at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, and filmed by DA Pennebaker.
I was there! (And here's the photo--from the film!-- to prove it! 😉 ).
@Mainebot I do. 😔 It's perfect.
This gentleman walked me home from work.
@nethope Hahaha!! That’s great. 😆
PS (No worries about Twitter. I’m on there all the time. I have no followers to speak of, but I’m still there.)
@nethope I live where it’s rain and mud all winter. Not good for cute sweaters, or cold and wet chickens.
@nethope Chicken sweaters are adorbs, but really not good for the chickens.
@jannamark That’s a favorite of ours, too. Seafarers? I still haven’t figured out that expansion set. Both games, my daughter whoops my ass.
@brook Rogue Night Gardening is the name of my REM cover band
Oooh, 🤗 my jug of fresh squeezed grapefruit juice is perfectly fizzy and fermented, tart and fruity. Usually, the juice bypasses this stage and goes straight to "bad". Perfect way to cut the sweetness of an entire plate of cinnamon rolls (from a can, baked).
No, this one: gin, Lillet, and pear liqueur.
This bitch of a day needs to turn itself around, and it needs to turn around right here, right now.
Today on a walk, my coworker spotted a dead bee in a white thimbleberry flower. “It looks like it’s stuck!” she said as she looked closer.
I knew the cause without even looking, so I pulled the flower close and pointed into the flower for her to take a closer look.
There it was. She jumped back completely startled. It was a goldenrod crab spider in its white form (with pink abdominal stripes) firmly attached to its prey.
If you see a bee stuck oddly in a flower...
