Lis's Project 365

“State Law: Yield to pedestrians in crosswalk.”

but apparently, not to signs directing you to do so.

(with apologies to Soundgarden)
If you cannot use your hands
This could be part of your plan, spoon hat
Pick your things up one by one
Even though it can’t be done, spoon hat

Spoon hat, on the head of my friend Matt
Try it–can you pick up this and that?
Spoon hat

With a spoon upon your head
Pick stuff up, that’s what I said,  spoon hat
Load it up until it’s full
Though it’s just impossible, spoon hat

Pick your things up one by one
Even though it can’t be done, spoon hat

Actually, three shots: today it was “weed/cat/dog” in one arm and “trees/grass” and “cockroach/dust mites” in the other. The joy of allergy shots. I especially love it on the weeks they up the dose and my whole arm feels like it’s on fire and I’d like nothing more than to just claw it off right now. That’s just the best.

there’s no great story here. I got off the train today and realized I hadn’t taken a picture yet. This boy and his dad were walking along in front of me, talking about their days, and I thought “well, that’s a  nice little shot.”  So here it is.

Every office has a Charlayne. You know her, she’s the person who keeps a jar or two of candy in their office, available for anyone who wants some. Where I work, she doesn’t even care if she’s in the office when you come by. In fact, if she is in the office, you don’t even need to say hi to her; just grab a handful and go.

the Charlayne can be a dangerous person.

It’s a picture of the fridge. Now why, you may ask, did I bother taking such an uninteresting picture. Well…the interesting thing is not so much the fridge, but the fact that there is something stuck to it. Having things on the fridge has been strictly verboten since we put our house on the market last July.  So, the fact that there is something on the fridge can only mean one thing…

I know, I know…we got a foot of snow last week, and we’re supposed to get a couple of inches tomorrow. And even though it’s been near 60 for the past few days, it’s still March in New England and we can’t relax yet.  But….there are flowers starting to peek their little heads up, so I know that spring is coming.

Doug is out of town skiing, so that means I’m having dinner and a movie with Rachel. As is our wont, we dined at the local Chinese place and Rachel ordered our favorite dish, “sizzling three delights with noodles.” It was, as always, very tasty and we had a lovely time.

Here I am in  one of my favorite places in the whole world: my massage therapist’s room.  Aaahhh…..

(and yes, I really did take this with the timer setting on my camera. I set the camera on a table, set the timer, pressed the shutter,  and hopped under the blanket as quick as I could.)

We have a new snake at work–he doesn’t have a name yet, I’ve just been calling him Mister NewSnake. Anyway, I took him out today for a little getting-to-know-you time, and I noticed this small mark on his skin. I don’t think it’s anything major; in fact, it appears that he lost a scale at that spot, but I still want to have it looked at.

I actually photographed it so I could send it to my snake-expert friends, and then decided it made a perfectly good picture of the day.