Blur (51/365)

Muffin! (50/365)

Best Friday Night Ever (49/365)

I think it might have been the breeze through the open windows, but this was the most relaxing, luxurious, just-right Friday night I've had in a while.  I even had a spring in my step while I tidied up, and I capped off the evening by making one pair of earrings and fixing another and giving my hermit crabs a special treat for dinner.

What's your idea of the perfect Friday night?

Doodle (48/365)

I've got to say, I rarely get through a meeting without doodling. A lot of times the doodles are topical, showing the other meeting-goers that I'm paying attention.  Then my shoulders get tight and the doodles begin to involve yoga poses that I wish I was doing.  It's been a long week, and during today's meeting I was wishing for savasana.

Two Pieces (47/365)

These are two segments of the same street scene.  I felt that they worked better on their own.

One-Two-Five (46/365)

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Numbers are funny.  When I lived in England,  I got one or two calls for the student who'd been in my room before me.  "I'm sorry, is this Five-Three-Six-One-Double Four?" the caller would ask, and I would say, "I ... don't know," while translating to the American in my head,  five-three-six-one-four-four, "Ah-hah! Yes it is! But sorry, I'm not Susan."

The next year I worked as a community organizer and youth minister at a church with Puerto Rican and Mexican parishioners.  They would give me their phone numbers in Spanish, in double digits: Nine-Eighty Three -Twenty Seven-Fifty Two.  It was months before I was able to think of my own phone number that way - in English.

"How could it possibly be easier," I asked myself in frustration, "to read off numbers with double zeros and twenty-fives instead of a simple Three-Six-Nine Eight-One-Two-Five?"

Today I traveled a bit across to town to meet with a partner community organization and the local police. It was a follow-up from late December, when they had presented the police with a list of places that needed more patrolling and problems they had noticed in their blocks and buildings.  Today the precinct commander went over their list of problem address, rattling off a sea of numbers:  "We had thirteen such-and-suches on One-Two-Five."

"Slow down, slow down!" I thought.  "How could I possibly know that One-Two-Five was One Hundred and Twenty-Fifth Street?"

I guess this observation is really not that profound.  It's just funny the little things that make us realize that  our ways are not superior, just the ways we are used to.

Lost along the way (45/365)

midnight and quiet now
red mylar flutters by the fare readers
petals have fallen.

Peaks (44/365)

Behind the Gates (43/365)

Oops (42/365)

I wish my camera would warn me when my batteries were on the way out, instead of giving up the ghost suddenly.  Also, I wish I planned ahead and carried spare batteries with me.

I really did go on an adventure today! But here I am, vegging out post-adventure, as verified by the webcam.