Last night I did a wide variety of untoward things. I refused to participate in somebody’s addiction by applying my “new moral standards” (aw, go ahead and snicker, I don’t blame you) and it actually worked. My interlocutor quit the behaviour. The phone call transitioned from something stupid into a demonstration of mutual trust and friendship. So instead of feeling lousy and abused this morning, I feel like a human being with some pretty remarkable friends.
This is very pretty and very cool.
One last pic from TO. I love the do.
If you do not support this endeavour, I will, with regret, be forced to disown you both.
Yours, ever so,
“Takes direction well, when conscious.”
The new OCA building is unbelievable. If I’d been driving I would have gone off the road.
This is from a house on Ruthie’s street. Isn’t it wild?
Gad, sir, that was a good meal!
From Tammy’s place…. happy sigh.
I asked the grocery store owner on Bloor Street, back in the day.
Isn’t she gorgeous?
Catherine’s guinea pigs. Sandy and I scared the shit out of them with the thunder tube, but they were much happier after we fed them baby organic salad greens…..