Baltimore has been in the news a lot recently. It’ sad and discouraging for the most part. There have been a few bright spots.
I’ve been to Baltimore. It’s a cool town. But there’s something that always comes to mind when I think of Baltimore.
I guess I’m forever Tracy Turnblad.
My needs are simple, really. If we could just make it Friday, it would be a trifecta.
There I was, minding my own business, taking the land shark out to relieve himself, when I saw this. What the holy heck???
The photo doesn’t do it justice, really. It’s about four inches long, not counting the antennae.
And I’m almost certain that after I snapped the picture it gave me the finger. Or the segmented exoskeleton leg. Or whatever biblical pestilences have.
Oh, and it growled at me, too. I think. I’m pretty sure.
Last night, Mr. R. and I went to Bar Louie on Clematis Street in West Palm Beach. As we sat outside sipping cocktails and watching the world pass by, we enjoyed this blast from the past.
‘Cause the man from Mars has stopped eatin’ cars and eatin’ bars and now he only eats guitars!
Happy Saturday Night!
TimeHop is an app that finds things you posted via social media on this day in the past.
This little gem popped up today. Apparently, I have mad poetry skills.
There is an ungodly racket coming from the roof of the house.
Either there’s a red-bellied woodpecker attacking the chimney guard or we’re being strafed by the Red Baron.
Now what can I throw up there?
I mentioned in a post yesterday that we are preparing into go full-on wedding prep mode. My son’s informal beach wedding is in two weeks. My folks are flying here from Pennsylvania the Thursday before the ceremony. My mom texted me this morning to ask what my father should wear. I figured the best thing for me to do was to ask Mr. R. what he plans on wearing.
I texted him at work to ask the question and this is the picture he sent me. I am especially a fan of the pants.
I’m hopeful that my dad can find something like it so they can match. Bah-hah-ha!
Tonight we honor the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame’s 30th Induction Ceremony which is being held at Cleveland’s Public Hall. The 2015 inductees are Ringo Starr, Bill Withers, Green Day, Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble, Lou Reed, The 5 Royales, The Paul Butterfield Blues Band, and Joan Jett & the Blackhearts. I can’t wait for that concert on HBO.
Several of these artists are on my personal top-ten list, but I have always maintained that when I grow up, I want to be Joan Jett. So it wasn’t really hard to pick the right song for Saturday night. Enjoy! Oh, yeah!
We are two weeks out from my son’s wedding. It’s going to be a simple beach affair with only about thirty guests, most of whom are family. Mr. R. and I are have been assigned the responsibility of beverages for the reception. The wedding itself is at 10:00am, so we won’t have alcohol except for a little mimosa station. We’ll probably spend next weekend really gearing up, buying sodas, water, juices, ice, etc. We’ll also be busy getting the house in order. Later that week out of town guests begin to arrive.
So this weekend, Mr. R. and I are spending a quiet weekend doing not much of anything. We did, however, go out to Lowe’s looking for inexpensive annuals for me to take to work for an Earth Day project. (Yep, that’s this coming week.) We lucked out, finding a bunch of things on the clearance rack. I picked out some marigolds, petunias, and a couple of other things for fifty cents apiece.
As we were checking out, I spied some interesting yet battered looking rose bushes and much to my delight, they were on clearance for five dollars. I love roses, but, and this is important, I don’t like red roses. They’re just way too cliche. We currently have a yellow rose and the blooms often have a pink tinge to them, and we have a lovely pale pink whose blooms are sometimes sort of ombre, palest near the center to bright pink near the edges.
We welcome to our little rose family this blue hybrid tea rose. The flowers currently on the bush are a little beat up but I’ve never seen any this color. I can’t wait until we nurse it back to health.
And yes, I am ignoring the fact that my baby is getting married and moving 1,600 miles away. And that my house will soon be a hive of activity resembling Grand Central Station. Don’t judge me.
So I was thinking…
Can one be conformist in one’s non-conformity?
One of life’s little ironies.
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