I love this little part of Cleveland across from the Westside market. This is the little veranda on the top floor of one of the apartment buildings.
Wednesday
February 27: market street
I love this little part of Cleveland across from the Westside market. This is the little veranda on the top floor of one of the apartment buildings.
Tuesday
February 25: long lost friend
As deliberately unwilling to cooperate with a smile for this picture, this was Jared's idea for picture-of-the-day. We've known each other ever since we were babies, have both lived in this thriving metropolis of a town on and off for the last four years, and have been playing phone tag for about as long. Game over, as you see here!
February 24: blank canvases
Monday
February 23: annoyed
February 21: bossy
Thursday
February 20: monkey off my back
Every other month I send out a newsletter about the ministry. Though I very much enjoy writing the letters and updating all of the people who are reading them, it is a pr-o-cess. My friend Julie describes the culmination of this project as getting rid of a monkey off your back. Here is what that feeling looks like in picture form, as impossible to convey as that is. After all the printing, folding, stamping, labeling, enclosing, signing....here is the neatly organized box of letters.
February 18: one clean pot
September 17: spinning plates
Okay, so they weren't spinning, but "plates" wouldn't have been a very appealing title and they kind of look like they could be spinning. I got them for 50 cents a piece at the grocery store and they sort of match the few that I had. Now I can have more than 4 people over for dinner and have matching plates. I realize that if matching dishware is the most I have to worry about I'm really doing pretty good.
Sunday
February 16: awww
February 14: my spot
Thursday
February 13: picture from my bed
February 11: parking security
Saturday
February 9: it's that time again
Oh man. This whole tax form thing is not my strong suit. But, I tell you that I tried really hard today to figure all this out and I think I did okay. We'll see. I will say that I think that in all the spare time that I have I really could get a job re-writing that stupid book of instructions for the tax forms. It needs some serious revamping in order to help those of us who need remedial tax help.
February 8: parched watercolors
February 7: wink
Even though I reloaded my camera with batteries this morning, they didn't hold their charge. I really wanted to take a picture with our chic looking guest speaker Lisa S. Harper who was visiting us from NYC, but the red blinking light of battery death did not allow me to do so. Thus, today you get the result of my tired self giving up on picture taking for the day. My roommate Katie graciously took care of it for me. Here is the result.
February 6: February Rainbow
Wednesday
February 5: Focaccia or Hot Potato?
February 4: he liked me
Today was an amazing weather day. I was driving home from a meeting in Shreve on Rt.226 as a thick white fog lifted over the swamp. It was unbelievable. I had things to do but I couldn't help myself so I pulled over and took a bunch of pictures, none of which captured the scene to my satisfaction. Maybe it's better that way. But I did manage to make friends with this little sheep as I snapped away. He was far enough away from the swamp that the fog was not affecting him :)
Monday
February 3: Superbowl Twins
February 2: Charlize
This is my bed - Charlize. It came with the name. I didn't know mattress companies were into naming their merchandise, but they are. Charlize has provided a cushiony, peaceful place for me to sleep for the last year -- something that I often need a little help doing. Charlize is also a donor to my ministry. I don't know who is in charge of her accounting or where her income is coming from but yes, my mattress apparently has a generous little heart.
Wednesday
January 30: the farm next door
I've recently started babysitting for a family a few mornings a week. They live near a farm that has horses and cows, and a brand new baby calf. It's a really beautiful view out their window as you can see here. The boys are fun too. The two old has a fascination with kitchen utensils which I can already tell is going to be a challenge. Although, he can say "Spatula" with confidence and accuracy which I think is pretty impressive.
January 29
Tuesday
January 28: salvaged
I found a bunch of stamps on letters with wrong addresses...so they have been freed from their unsendable envelopes and relocated to a little box in the kitchen drawer to be salvaged.
(P.S. loyal on-lookers. I am so sorry about the delay in posting pictures. I don't have internet where I live and the places I've gone to check my email haven't let me access this site! I don't know what they think the content is on here!)
January 26: The Tree
Here is the update on The Tree with the psychotic lights that I did away with. Katie and I have been trying to figure out to do with it, where to put it/hide it. We decided to decorate it for all seasons as our solution and make it a prominent part of our living room. Here is the hideous result of our valentine tree! It's even more vibrant in real life if you can believe it :) And, to my surprise, I kind of like it!
January 25: art night
January 24: today in hallmark
January 23: sun streak
January 22: wood pile
January 21: uh oh
Saturday
January 19: cake in a row
January 18: A.P.
Friday
January 17: not what I ordered...
My knowledge of Buddy Holly is incredibly disproportionate to my appreciation his music. That is to say that I know a whole lot more than necessary. Anthony Duran, a Buddy Holly obsessed fourth grader (Don’t worry if you didn’t have one of these – I think they are rare) I went to school with is to blame for this. Every day at recess he’d stand behind the monkey bars and put on Buddy Holly concerts. He and his “band” usually didn’t have much of an audience, but let me tell you I’m sure we’ve all still got the songs DOWN as they sang for all to hear! Years went by and I lost track of Anthony Duran, but I was captivated one lazy summer day by the only somewhat interesting programming on one of our family’s five television stations – a documentary on the life story of Buddy Holly. Once really should have been enough, but yes, I watched it three times. It was a real low point in my life. I can tell you, in case you didn’t know, that Mr. Holly died unexpectedly (as sometimes happens) in a plane crash with Tony Vallens and the Big Bopper. Incidentally, this was the tragic incident that inspired Don McLean’s legendary song “Miss American Pie” about the day the music died. That song never seems to though. See, I could totally school you in Trivial Pursuit on this subject.