Lis's Project 365

This guy looked bored out of his mind. In the 30 seconds it took me to notice him and take his picture, he wandered around the car, climbed the steps, leaned against the wall, came back to the car….

I imagine it’s kind of dull–driving wealthy people to interesting places but not getting to go into them yourself.

I had to pick up more decongestant today, but you can’t just buy good ol’ Sudafed off the shelves anymore (thanks, crazy meth lab people!). You have to ask for it and show your ID. The woman at the pharmacy was very good natured about having her picture taken.

This week I’ll be looking at people at various jobs.

I suppose on a day like this–sunny, high 70s, little breeze–this isn’t such a bad job to have.

But I still don’t think I’d want it.

Geez, at most snack shops you can get chips, maybe a Slushee. But at this one you can get a Mercedes, a Honda…

Funny story: apparently the cashier was pissed that I took a picture. The “policy” is to ask for permission. Now, I ask you, what gas station has a policy about photos? Why would that be?

this is a detail from a print at an Irish pub we went to tonight. It showed many “Irish Patriots” of 1778. It looks like this guy is either putting his hat on the other guy’s head, or else stealing the hat off the other guy’s head. I suspect it’s neither, and is just badly composed.

Meanwhile, the print was originally published by someone named  R. Lipsheitz and I’m guessing he wasn’t Irish.

it’s a good thing the so-called Medium sized socks fit me, because I have never once in my life seen smaller ones.

This is the top of the C in the museum’s logo.

did you ever notice that if you take enough clear things and put them together, you can’t see through them anymore?

I have had these jeans forever--I’m kind of amazed I can still squeeze into them. I have used them for every paint project for at least 10 years, and I actually try to make sure to get at least one smear of each color on them.

I like that you can see my feet waaay down the end there.

this week I’m playing around with looking at details, picking out one small image from the big picture, as it were.

Today, Doug and I attacked the Green Bathroom–the monstrosity of a paint-job that is our upstairs bath. When we’re done, it will be the same soft yellow as the downstairs bath, but here we’ve just started in with the primer.