Silly Spin Tuesday

Where are the last of the Plaza artists?

With my apologies for silliness in regard to a serious subject.


Y'all are hanging in my house!

 Charles Dickinson,
 Suvo, and
 Scott Raimonodo, or at least their art, 
just hanging out.

Now, get yourself over to

Art In The Market

  to read the serious side.

Sorry for the blurry cell phone photos. 
As noted in the previous post, my camera is no longer mine.


Random Hands

At the moment, I am camera-less, as my camera now resides in a dorm room. While I dreamt of buying a new one, I spent a bit of time looking through some hand photos. Eyes might be the window to the soul, but hands, and the way they move, have always been much more captivating to me.

Raisin stems when they meet your tongue, are on par with eggshell specks.
Yes, I inspect each shriveled delight before it is popped into my mouth.
The way the light was coming through his hands, was cool.

 This little boy, grabbing his dad's hand, caught my attention at the beach.
 BG wearing a charm bracelet, and being, well, charming.
 L is for Lisa.
Hands with sunglasses

Even cowgirls get the blues, or, in this case, a gift from Fiona. 

 If you are ever tempted to put paint in a plastic cup, 
and then in the microwave, don't.
 Cutting gingham.
 Hair twirling in anticipation.
 Resting on a wall.



Hanging Time

The walls are happy.

 In the hall near my office.

Facing each other,
they make me smile when I pass.
Above the stove...cooking with gas.
Yeah, it is electric.
Electric rhymes with what?



About the Book
Tessa Russo is the mother of two young children and the wife of a renowned pediatric surgeon. Despite her mother’s warnings, Tessa has recently given up her career to focus on her family and the pursuit of domestic happiness. From the outside, she seems destined to live a charmed life.

Valerie Anderson is an attorney and single mother to six-year-old Charlie---a boy who has never known his father. After too many disappointments, she has given up on romance---and even, to some degree, friendships---believing that it is always safer not to expect too much.

Although both women live in the same Boston suburb, the two have relatively little in common aside from a fierce love for their children. But one night, a tragic accident causes their lives to converge in ways no one could have imagined.

In alternating, pitch-perfect points of view, Emily Giffin creates a moving, luminous story of good people caught in untenable circumstances. Each being tested in ways they never thought possible. Each questioning everything they once believed. And each ultimately discovering what truly matters most.

So far I am enjoying this book quite a bit. Beach reading made for a perfect day. Last night I was up late reading, and then read a bit this morning, finally forcing myself to get out of bed, because my bladder was about to explode. Yeah, it is that good.


Ocean or...

Received this is an email from my favorite non-English speaking offspring.

This or That

Plaid or Polka Dots?
Peru or Paraguay?
Dunkin Donut or Krispy Kreme?
Pancake or Waffle?
New Mexico or Arizona?
Singapore or Thailand?
Alaska or Hawaii?
Elk or Moose?
Deer or Reindeer (NOT Rudolph)
Snake or Spider?
Frogs or Toads?
Mouse or Rat?
Turtle or Tortoise?
Lake or Creek?
Ocean or Intercourse?
River or Stream?



Froggie went a - courtin and he did ride...

Nature girl, BG, captured fornicating froggies*, by hand, and by lens.

                                               The noises were oddly arousing.     
Friendly neighbors

You're coming with me!

Mom, if you don't stop yapping about the need for strapless bras, 
 I will throw them on your head!

 Sir, would you like to hold these for a bit?

 Oh, so that's what women want.

*Yes, I know that they are toads, but alliteration wins out once again. 
Turned on toads, or amorous amphibians, just doesn't cut it.