Just a quick update to let you know that West Walnut Manor was not a part of the protests, rioting and looting in the Saint Louis area last night and this morning. Personally, I feel that excessive media coverage and on-sceen instant observations of unqualified news readers did much to incite the situation. I mean, how many times do you have to ask a unrully crowd “Do you think this situation will turn into a riot or looting?” before some fools say, “Hey, let’s riot and loot!”
If you asked me to describe the weather we’ve been having this week, I could reply in three words …
SOGGY … FOGGY … and BOGGY!
We have been having rain every day since Tuesday … with an accumulation of over FIVE INCHES. And according to the 10:00 late news on Saturday, we’re stuck with this weather through Tuesday. So Renee and I have been spending most of our time indoors.
Yes, Renee has been perfecting her afternoon nap on my bed with her pillow. And a couple of afternoons she even allowed me to share my bed with her for a brief nap, too. I got to use my own pillow.
Today, I really wasn’t in a real nap mood. So I decided to clean thing up on my desk while she napped.
They were supposed to be SUMMER ICE POP flavor. I tried one of each of the three color tics and/or tacs and I have no idea what the flavors were. I doubt if I’ll try again.
It was a gift card I received from someone for some occasion that I can remember. But I must have liked the card because I put it in the little red box. But maybe I put it there because I didn’t redeem it?
You’ll see my seven-year old little brother making like Kilroy behind the front porch.
They moved into the box because there was no longer any steel or iron in the room to which they could cling. Alas, progress and the advance of plastic and aluminum.
STAN The DAEMON
You might think that he’s just an origami raccoon, but that’s just a disguise.
He really is a daemon, who hasn’t visited in a while!
For some reason, this post is starting to sound like another episode of Toy Story.
This week, share a texture found in an unexpected place. It could be made of natural materials or with man-made objects. For more information go here.
THE LAST REMAINS OF THE FALLEN TREE
(Click on the photo to see all the textures.)
Does anyone (besides myself) think the remains of this tree resembles the decapitated head of the Big Bad Wolf? Which was why I photographed it in the first place this week.
He was just a teen when I was born. So I was like a little brother to his big brother.
This was the day I brought Mlle. Renee home and she is holding the first toy she ever owned.
She had been rescued on the streets of the city when she was six months old by the Missouri Humane Society. They performed surgery on her and nursed her back to health. I was there the first day they put her up for adoption. When she saw me, she said I had to take her home with me. I did, and they gave her the Hershey Boy to take home, too.
I also just realized that August is NATIONAL SANDWICH MONTH. And while I don’t want to go through the hassle of creating and eating a different sandwich for each day of the month, I did want to do something to honor the month. I also didn’t have a slice of bread in the house. So, since it was also Throw Back Thursday, I decided to make something I would have enjoyed when I was a kid. So, I whipped up a quick batch of my flakey biscuits and got out my Grandmother’s Throw Back cookie cutter and made a pan of chicken shaped biscuits to serve as my bread.
That’s peanut butter, strawberry jam and melted marshmallow …
On a chicken shaped biscuit with two mini-PEEPs on the side.
I even was able to make a pan of irregular-shaped regular biscuits that should last me a couple of days.
I guessed you probably realized that it has been raining all night and day so far.
Today, was our local primary election, and it actually involved a lot of exercise. I don’t mean the effort in sifting the hyperbole, mud, slander and b.s. that has been flying around the airwaves for the past two months. I meant actual physical exercise. You see, my polling place is the elementary school at the top of this hill.
And every time I have to vote, I have to climb this three block hill. And I’m either getting older, or this hill is getting steeper.
I voted, got my sticker and breezed down the hill.
Or to put it simply, it’s a tropical jungle under glass. And on my recent visit to the garden, I went through it to see a special exhibit featuring some very unusual pieces of sculpture.
A MAJESTIC BALD EAGLE
A MENACING GIANT PRAYING MANTIS
A GIANT MONARCH BUTTERFLY ATOP A HYDRANGIA BLOSSOM
A SOMEWHAT UPSIDE DOWN LOOKING FLOWER
A SQUIRREL AND A BLUEBIRD EYEING THE BIRD FEEDER
A BLOOMING CACTUS?
A VERY UGLY BUG THAT WAS REAL!!!
AND WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS?
AND A REAL SPATHIPHYLLUM TO CLOSE!
Drop by and see the show yourself.
ONE OF THE MANY GREAT SIGHTS OF SAINT LOUIS!
Ok, I promised to provide coverage of my visit to The Missouri Botanical Garden for the celebration of Henry Shaw’s birthday.
I don’t think he would have been upset, since it was his 214th celebration. Anyway, it was an almost spring-like day that showed up at the end of July. So my friend Bill and I decided to meet for lunch and then head down to Mr. Shaw’s Garden Party.
Lunch was the Taco Salad I had been craving for the past several weeks, and I was half way through it before I realized they had failed to put the salsa on it. My bad!
Anyway, once we got to the garden our first stop was the CORPSE FLOWER.
It’s not a very attractive looking plant, and it rarely if ever blooms. And when it does bloom, you’ll understand how it got the name Corpse Flower. I actually smells like a rotting corpse. Lucky us, it didn’t bloom until the week after our visit.
Sadly, the Saint Louis weather has affecting the aging plaster in the last several years.
The dining room, bedrooms, parlor and office were filled with visitors which made photography impossible.
For this week’s challenge, share with us your own take on zipping and zagging. It can be a winding path, the Herringbone pattern on your coat, a scar: any jagged line that tells a story. For more information, click here!
ZIGZAG UPS, DOWNS AND MORE!
The Forest Park Metrolink Station