I have a dream...

Band Marino's poster art

By the way...

...I love food.

Almost as much as music. 

So here's some food to make you happy, too.

French fries at this place in Chattanooga called the Good Dog. They've been calling my name ever since & I can't forget them...

And a crumbly cake with sour cream on a spring evening (60 degrees, thank you)...

Band Marino makes me almost as happy as food does.

Especially their poster art. 

Chattanooga

Here's lookin' at you, kid

Gee, ain't it grand?

I watched the documentary 'Helvetica' this week, & now I see it everywhere...it follows me 'round street corners & haunts the covers of my books.

When it comes to 'love Helvetica, hate Helvetica' I teeter on the somewhat shoddy fence of font mood swings: 'only Georgia shall do today, only Cambria this day, I would like something sans serif today'...that sort of thing. As if life weren't complicated enough...

I really ought to update this more often. It just slips my mind, or else I turn to that almost - dead thing known as Xanga.

Feh! 

A pre-snow day - 50 degrees, thank you.

And the beautiful reason I've missed church two weeks in a row...& what strangely put me in the mood for a screening of Casablanca.

I'm struggling with the narcissistic aura that comes with posting pictures of oneself on one's own blog, but...I wanted Abigail to see the outfit, &...whatever. Nobody, including myself, really cares. 

Plus - the cat's photogenic. 

Snow daze

I never update this ol' thing. This counts, I guess.

Wonderful things are happening...Ann's 'fellow' came last night, & I met him today.
He's shorter than me. :-0
Of course, that works very nicely since she's much shorter than I, but it was still rather amusing to look down at a man to shake hands with him.

Ah, me. They're SO daggone CUTE together.