2-4-11, Day 152

To Mandy:

Shiva

From Mandy:

Crumpet and babies

2-3-11, Day 151

To Darrell:

From Darrell:

2-2-11, Day 150

To Dan/Kathy:

This woman stepped into the crosswalk in front of our car last weekend, tall and proudly balancing a large flat of wheatgrass on her head, like an East African Kikuyu woman carrying her groceries home from the market.  
"Stop the car," I instructed my friend, opening the door while it was still in motion.  This woman and her partner were hoofing rapidly down the street, the wheatgrass bobbing and waving to the rhythm of her stride.  
"Excuse me, excuse."
They turned around in unison.  The wheatgrass stayed put as if glued to her head.  She was delighted to let me take her picture while doing yoga poses, karate kicks, wheatgrass holding firm, never threatening to fall.  
"Here, you try it."  She took it off her head and placed it on mine.  I dodged and darted, weaved and cavorted like a bobble head trying to find the balance point, barely able to take my hands off it.
"It's all about the core.  Steady your core."  She instructed, and demonstrated, a Pilates Goddess.  
I did get a few hands-free struts in and promised that I'd practice.  She says she does this every week on the walk home from the farmer's market, only with her wheatgrass, just to see the reaction.  I told her about my Florida wheatgrass link.  She requested that you "friend" her:  
Emmazon.  And that's the truth.


From Dan/Kathy:

2-1-11, Day 149

To Gloria:

Alas, poor Yorick!

From Gloria:

Your Duck is Dead--

  A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet

  pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

  After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles,  has

  passed away."

  The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

  "Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

  "How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or  anything.

  He might just be in a coma or something."

  The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black

  Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put  his

  front paws on the examination table and sniffed  the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the

  vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

  The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with

  a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back

  on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

  The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably,

  a  dead duck."

  The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..

  The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill.  "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is  dead!"

  The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the

  Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $150."

To Judy:

What Winter 2011 feels like to some.

1-31-11, Day 148, Week 22

To Ashley:

2419 Oregon St.
ink, watercolor

From Ashley:

Fish Tank in Oyster Bar

1-30-11, Day 147

To Landlocked:

With the help of Google,  I found out that these caps are called "Forage Caps."  During the Civil War soldiers carried the food they foraged in the forest in them.  These photos were taken at a military reinactment at Ft. Point at the base of the Golden Gate Bridge, stumbled upon while walking at Crissy Field yesterday.  The attraction escapes me but these people were very excited about keeping history alive in this way.  We had an amazing conversation with a more mature participant about gun control. 


From Landlocked:

The boy solved this himself.

1-29-11, Day 146

To JP:

Golden Gate Bridge from Crissy Field

From JP:

Sorry this is not toooo creative. Work has been kicking my butt! What this is, is a way for me to keep my employees from carrying to many keys. If they do, they get the baby caribeaneer. It is roughly the size of a quarter! Makes me laugh when I get to use it!