Dreams, Moments, Travels
The last picture of the month. It is about 7:30 p.m., and to the naked eye, it is nighttime, but to the digital camera, it is late dusk. The location is near the corners of 7th Street and Bell Road. Taking a photo a day is not as easy as you might think; trying to find something every day out of your routine to signify a moment that might have meaning in the years to come is hard work.
Tea with honey and lemon, Em-eukal German cough drops, and lots of tissues.
There’s been a glitch in the matrix, as the text accompanying this blog entry is not the original. What happened to what was written back on this day in 2005 is lost in time nor does Archive.org have a copy.
Waterdog Willy’s across the street from us is the nicest shop around, well, at least the one with the most character. This bait and fishing supply shack sits lonely on a near-empty lot, waiting for the day a developer finally takes over the plot to assemble clone homes. Today though, it sits proudly next to the strip club next door called the Candy Store, where no less than twice a week, we get to listen to the police helicopter hovering overhead as some sex-crazed moron does something stupid so another customer steps in to start a brawl.
Samples of nine different teas we ordered online from Adagio. The Moonlight Gyokuro and Choral Pi Lo Chun are green teas, the Wuyi Ensemble and Jasmine Suite 12 are Oolong, the Darjeeling Rhapsody 2 and Golden Monkey are black teas, Organic Rooibos (pronounced Roy-boss), the White a Cappella is a white tea and of course, Chamomile is Chamomile.
Caroline started Advanced Java tonight at Paradise Community College, which left me alone for dinner. The empty place setting is my only company while I have a pizza at Spinato’s.