Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. Something like that. Not sure the plant has feet. Quite certain it’s more interested in the sun. It’s certainly trying in this crazy spring we’re having –
Good work plant. We’ll check back with you later.
I told you she doesn’t like the camera.
It’s the best I could do without getting wounded.
Number 2 on my list of camera shy cats – Felix
He hates the camera, usually runs away when he sees it. Today he wanted to take a swing at it. Fair enough, but here’s the result. I love his look of contempt.
Tomorrow I’ll try and catch the last one. No guarantees, but I’ll try.
When it rains, it pours. And it did today. Winds were blowing last night, rains came in this morning and haven’t really let up since. Just another Spring day in Seattle, you never know what you’re going to get. Have a Martini, use garlic stuffed olives. Relax a little –
He lives in a city with more fish markets per square mile than any other city on the planet.
He has 1200 supermarkets with fresh fish available.
He has 412 seafood restaurants listed on his Zagat Guide on his smartphone.
None of them will suffice for this man. He will spend hours in the basement tying the perfect fly. He has spent untold fortunes at the Avid Angler, securing the perfect neon green line. The bamboo/liquid crystal/carbon fiber rod was sourced from a top secret lab in Ballard. This man will CATCH his fish, thank you very much! With a fly rod. In the dead of winter. From an urban lake. Because he’s married and she told him to get a hobby.
Greenlake fly-fishing dude – You’re one of us!
Sad looks around the house tonight after my failures regarding the pot o’ gold –
Hopps has been like this all day. Don’t know if she’s ever gonna forgive me……
For a brief moment (dinnertime), she did seem to get past it. Now it’s back to the sulking.
So the spring has brought about some really wild weather. Snow, rain, sleet and other stuff that doesn’t stop the postal service – it’s all in the mix these past few days.
So I’m driving home, Jimmy Buffett on the radio, sunglasses cutting the wicked glare from a late afternoon sun. The clouds are shifting – sunglasses on, sunglasses off, the battle is on. I give in, the clouds have won, ditch the Ray-Bans, and pull into the supermarket parking lot. Walk to the hardware store, and on my way out, it starts HORKING SNOW! That’s cool, off to pick up whatever I’m making for dinner (Boboli pizza – I’ve had a hankering all day for pizza), and the wind starts to blow like mad. Out of the store and on the way home it starts to clear, the tail of this front is howling through here in a hurry. As I get to the top of the street, I see ‘It’. The world’s most awesome rainbow. Not a double rainbow, but a pretty awesome single rainbow. And the end is right at the end of the street. Right by the house! So I gas it (diesel it really), to find that oh-so elusive treasure. Oh, don’t play it like you don’t know what I’m talking about – The pot of gold? At the end of the rainbow? You’ve looked for it too. Sadly it’s always been in vain for us, hasn’t it? Well, not today my friend, that rainbow is ending right in front of my house, and I’m getting me some pot o’ gold. I park like Elwood in front of Chez Marla&Chuckie, run my fat ass across the street to where my retirement fund sits in my neighbor’s yard, and – DAMMIT MAN! That little bastard from the Lucky Charms box has beaten me to it. ARRRRGHHH! So very close, so VERY close.
Watch your ass cereal-boy, this may not end well for you.
And how about taking some of the loot and buying yourself a decent sportcoat? May I suggest Ralph Lauren?
Happy St Patrick’s Day everyone
Still drying off after a late lunch –
I think he’s just fat and happy. Aside from the Brrr! part of it all. That and diving into lakes for your lunch. And fish guts.
Other than that, I think he’s just fat and happy.
Yetso's @ 48 North 