maxi

26 09 2009

palm springs.

i’ll see ya soon.

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well, not soon soon.  but soon enough.

one, two, three, four, five bucks.

will it fit in the carry-on?  i think it has to.

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post-thanksgiving

30 11 2008

back home from the potato state.  not idaho.  the other one.  the love potato state.dscf0210_edited

the thanksgiving feast was dee-lish where i enjoyed the traditional thanksgiving lobster and i also my sister baked a pie.  i couldn’t eat it, but it sure smelled good.  i smelled it a LOT.  no calories in smelling. dscf0209_edited

looks like we’re getting our first snow of the season.  i’m not sure this really counts as snow, but it was on my windshield when i went out this morning.  kinda lame, really.  dscf0211

and it being (fake) winter and all, this means the holidays are approaching and this means we’re in for some good decorating and this means the debut appearance in the holiday decor from the one-armed swede.  i swear on a stack of people magazines when i picked her up at the flea market last year, i swear she had 2 arms.  why would i buy a one-armed swede?  but when i unwrapped her, lo and behold, one arm.  somewhere, somehow from the time i found her to the time i gave her to the guy to purchase, she lost an arm.  but i’ve grown to love her.  missing limb and all.  she seems so happy.dscf0212_edited





home again.

23 10 2008

roadtrip to maine was picture perfect on the drive up.  the foliage was especially beautiful here, where i stocked up on supplies.

then the following two days were a mix of rainy and windy and raw.  the drive home was not nearly as pretty.

dad wants my sister and i to buy some land up there and build a couple small homes, build a compound if you will.  he took me by a house he had in mind, a cute little thing up the road a spell where he hopped out of the car and talked to the builders….they were building some type of candy store, replicating an old one room schoolhouse.  16′ x 24′.  384 SF total.  i dunno.  tempting.  but do-able?  sure.  i could live in one, possibly.  but what about a craft studio?  and how about a room to do massage?  i’d need several of these buildings.   the builders said it would cost $20 per SF to build (which = $7680.)  seems awfully cheap.  this would only be the shell, of course.  dad said to double that with the well, septic, etc.  and then of course, there’s that small matter of finding land.  but i swear, everyone in maine knows someone.  someone with a couple acres to sell.  a builder.  a guy to drill your well.  and dad’s an electrician.  connections.  they’ve all got connections.  i’ve got ZERO connections here.  it is oh-so-tempting.   

maine.  it’s a completely different lifestyle than what i’m accustomed to.  i’m gonna have to sleep on this one.

sister thinks we could raise chickens.  here’s some wild turkeys in dad’s yard.  and him feeding them.  cute, huh?  now picture me feeding chickens.  can you see it?  can you?  somehow i never saw my destiny similar to the “baldwin sisters” from the show “the waltons,” sipping on moonshine and raising chickens in my latter years.   

 

and, just because it was there, here’s a sign for you, lori.