Lis's Project 365

After Thanksgiving dinner, I walked around the room and blew out all the candles, and was struck by the way these two melted and dripped.

For some reason, whenever we are sitting at the small table in the kitchen, Ferrous likes to stand and face the corner.  He hasn’t done anything wrong, he’s not being punished.  He has just always done this.

Doug naps after a day spent getting ready for Thanksgiving.  Gandalf waits for him to wake up to feed him already.

Doug begins prepping for Thanksgiving with his homemade cranberry sauce.  No can-shaped sauce for Doug, no way.

It certainly looks like a rock.  But it is a giant puffball.

Once again, Kat volunteered to staff the whiskey tasting table at the shelter’s annual fundraising gala.  I think she had more fun than any of the guests.

It’s been a while since I’ve taken the commuter rail at a time of day when the sun hits the UU church so beautifully.
(And yes, I fell off the 365 wagon again this week.  …sigh…)

As days and nights grow colder, my neighbor’s rose bush refuses to go gently into that good night.

I don’t know shit about Labubus.  I know this is one (though I had to do an image search to confirm).  I don’t know what it was doing hanging off the back bumper of this car.  But there it was.

Had some errands to run today, and one of them took me by The Paper Store.  I thought of something I was looking for that I might find there, so I headed over. And backed up to double check the sign on the building to make sure I was at the right store.  Yep.  Paper Store.  Front window loaded with clothing.  So confusing.