I was in the abandoned mega church taking some pictures. Minding my own business.
Then I heard voices! I backed into a dark alcove, and leaned out to see who it was. Just then, a girl came around the corner ... saw me -- and screamed. I backed into the shadows. Her friends came running. 'I saw it - RIGHT THERE! - But it's gone now!'
Huh? Did they see me? Or maybe ... a spirit?
I heard whispered voices. 'Maybe we can communicate with it'. Tap, tap on the wall. Tap, tap on the pipes. Whispers.
Okay, what else could I do? I snuck back through the locker room to the torn up swimming pool, and threw in a piece of board that was just laying there. Crash!
In December, 2008, we had a major snowstorm hit. Trees fell down all over. My neighbor at the end of the road had a beautiful little grove of mature trees that all snapped off halfway up.
Instead of removing the now-dead tree trunks, he turned them into art!
He left the trunks where they were, and used the parts that broke off the trees to carve these beautiful sculptures! You can't really tell by the photos, but they are at least 15 feet tall. I admire them every time I drive by.
Well I promised I would show you my rag rug after I finished it. It is made completely of old "raggedy" t-shirts and things that we cut up and weaved on a handmade loom (i.e. picture frame with string!).
It took a long time, and still has some work to be done. My daughter Victoria is planning on putting beads onto the end fringes.
This brave clump of grass caught my eye this morning. The heavy overnight rains left it stranded in this puddle. But you can see ... from the reflection - The clouds are breaking up! Soon this will be just another ... Random clump of grass. Growing through cracks in the pavement.
I saw this face in a tree in Canby on my way to Gleaners. So on my way home you KNOW I just had to stop, park, walk over and take his photo. It would take just a minute or two .... I should have known better.
On the way back to my car, I noticed a loud monsterous truck tailgating a small black car, vrooming and weaving back and forth, while the car tried to dodge him. "Crazy teenagers" I thought to myself.
I got back in the car and pulled out. I heard sirens in the distance so I sat and waited. Cars pulled over for whatever emergency vehicles were converging.
Of course ALL 3 sheriff cars, 1 state police car and a motorcycle cop converged right in front of me. A woman jumped out of one of the pulled-over cars and yelled "that's him! Over there! In the big black truck!" Uh oh, had I witnessed part of a hit and run? I pulled back to the curb.
Turns out a woman's ex-husband had (allegedly) tried to take their kids from the local middle school and when the ex-wife and current husband tried to intervene he punched out the drivers side window of their car. Then he chased them down the street, trying to hit them with his truck. That was the part I saw.
I ended up having to stay and give my statement to the police.
This all happened just hours after Dad had a small stroke. He was still in the ER and I had been in a little bit of a hurry to get home ... in case I was needed.
WHAT. A. DAY.
DAD IS GOING TO BE OKAY. He had a minor stroke, and it seems to have only affected his face and speech - he slurs a little. We just have to watch him to make sure this wasn't the warning before a big stroke.
Oh, and they caught the "bad guy" -- He went to jail.
It was probably 15 years ago ... I was driving down the street and noticed a Sysco truck pulling into traffic. Overnight, someone had broken into their truck yard and, with a can of spray paint, modified the slogan on their trucks.
Above is what the slogan SHOULD say.
Enlarge the photo below to find out what made me laugh hysterically ...
If I could live anywhere in the world, it would be near the ocean. Unfortunately dreams don't always translate into reality. At least I now live near the woods of my childhood, where I can take long peaceful walks and remember the fun we had growing up.
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