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Monthly Archives: March 2012
Inhale…
…but don’t smell the air.
Nuevo, okay just my cousin’s house really, is a home away from home. Peaceful, protected by hills…nice place.
But the air can stink sometimes.
365 project – Mar. 30
What more could I ask for? iPad, notebook, black ultra fine point Sharpie, heels, Starbucks and fresh air.
Oasis
Relaxing at my oasis. Thanks, cousin! :)
Friday photo montage – my beach run
On Monday I went for a run that turned into a walk. Then it turned into a photo walk.
Please enjoy a sample of the photos I took from my inanimate precious, my iPhone.
Gramps
This is my dad’s dad. Al senior. I have a crazy large family, my dad the second youngest of ten children. That puts me on the younger end of the 40 cousin spectrum.
That being said, I wasn’t that close to my Grampa. Being that I was number 37 in the line of cousins, I was just another grandchild. But that’s cool. I still have super great memories of him teaching me that my eyes were my ears and my mouth was my nose.
One of my cousins took a picture of this printed photo and put it on Facebook. For some reason his house is the subject or setting of a lot of my dreams lately. The 17 year anniversary of his death just passed.
This photo makes me smile and warms my heart every time I see it.
365 project – Mar. 29
Time to relax with the natural aroma of lavender. Haven’t been a fan of that scent until recently.
This is one of four new plant friends who were adopted from the Home Depot.
Weekly photo challenge: through
My regular writing spot was closed one Friday so I went a bit further down the freeway to this nice, quiet shopping center. Shopping center, did you say? But I see water…
Dos Lagos in Corona has this adorable man-made pond thing with a nice, refreshing water fall. Looking through the tunnel, this is a view of said fake pond.
It was peaceful there. Serene. Definitely a spot to add to my very short list of writing places. (Oh and it helps that they have a TGI Fridays, too, for an ice cold New Castle on tap.)
First day of school
Today my man, my Ernest, my stud muffin, my studdly duddly, my…you get the point…today my oldest started preschool.
Such a big boy.
And I haven’t cried…yet.
Clink clink
The sound of a spoon clinking against the ceramic insides of a coffee mug brings me back to the days of waking in the mornings when I was a kid. I’d hear the clinks, smell the coffee and, in a daze, walk into the living room where my parents were reading the paper. Or a book.
Clink clink clank…
:)
