Guest or Pet?

Living in our neighborhood always surprises. It seems each time you go out the door for a walk you see photo quality images of things or individuals. Our problem is we don't do that casual evening walk often enough.

This morning we had a visitor, one I've not really seen hanging around our building before. What made him choose the overhand right outside our bedroom window is beyond me, but it will be interesting to see if this bat makes beneath our roof a more or less permanent abode.

She's At It Again

My favorite Indian artist is becoming productive in all her free time. This image was a combination of previously printed work mixed with layers of color and texture.

I'm impressed.

Visual Feast Lives Up To Flavor

Each Christmas my favorite Indian chef comes up a feast. It is always a delight to both the palette and the eye. I thought this year's edition was especially beautiful and tasted as good as it looked.

Christmas day was a private affair this year, but that wasn't all bad. The quiet of the morning settled wonderfully, coffee and bagels in bed followed by walking out into brilliant skies and warmish temperatures.

How fortunate can one man be?

Kids, Broken Bones

Why is it when a grandson breaks a bone, he smiles and I hurt?

New Knives, Caution, Caution

So when Vihan began selling high quality cutlery, what's a mother to do? Of course an order of the biggest, best, and sharpest was placed.

When purchasing incredibly sharp kitchen instruments, care has to be taken when they are used. The kitchen slicer was not out of the box 5 minutes when the generous mother had the red flowing.

"Wow, they're sharp," was the comment.

Ouch! Now All Better.

The last of 2011 saw a broken tennis racquet. Of course this would not happen if the ball always contacted the strings and was never pounded by the frame or handle.

A quick mail in to Head and I've now got a new replacement. The racquet will be better, but the strokes...?

Snow, Moonlight, Pain

What a great time on the night of the 30th. Snowshoeing in Colorado under a brilliant moon. The temperature was cold, but we were sweating from the heavy walking. All was going well until we went a long ways downhill. My feet slid forward in my boots and I was against the front end for about an hour. Result: blood, and now am losing 4 toenails. Still, I thought it was fun, and I know we'd do it again.
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