DEEP THOUGHTS (AND SHALLOW ONES) FROM A WRITER-PRODUCER-POET-COLUMNIST WHO'S STILL TRYING TO FIGURE THINGS OUT
Gotta love this guy. Hell, I see him on one of our walls every day.
Not necessarily a religious icon, but definitely superior folk art.
Gwen and I bought this on a road trip through Oklahoma, her native state. Not sure if it’s a velvet painting or a towel. Whatever its purpose, there were quite a few of them around.
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…And not only because they remind me of…G the B and me:
>sigh<
A bit headless but Still Laughing Eagle
They prefer it this way instead:
My prediction: Before this week is over they’ll say I need a new roof because ours is the only house on our street that has real shingles.
The truth is that no one can see it from the street anyway.
So it goes
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Grumpy Eagle
The pic above is of the Brody backyard, as seen through our living room window.
This is how things look around here for the three months of summer in the nabe. Beautiful, yeah?
Unfortunately, this is a “look but don’t touch” situation because I’m allergic to everything in this pic plus the bugs that make their homes there, which means I’m pretty much housebound ’til September.
The only place in the world where I’m truly physically comfortable is the desert, but that’s problematic in other ways. (Like what would we do with our beautiful new refrigerator?) Still, sometimes I think I’d rather live in Kayenta, Arizona. Maybe Gwen and I should sell this house and get ourselves a trailer there?
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