I don’t want my blog to turn into one long, boring vacation-style photo album, but a lot of my outings and musings and whatnots have been pretty commonplace. To me, anyway. But some pictures might be interesting to some other folks. Maybe? No? Well, I tried.
I feel like a true New Yorker because yesterday, I saw that it was 53 degrees outside and thought, Oh, it’s NICE out. I should go for a walk. I did, and it was wonderful. Today, the temperature reached maybe a degree above freezing, and even though I couldn’t comfortably take a walk, I still went outside, twice. That’s pretty good for a semi-reclusive nutjob trapped in her own head, huh?
Here’s a picture of another time I went outside. It was taken on my birthday, when we found a splendid little dive on the West Side with cheap drinks and free hot dogs. Notice the terror in Rudy the Pig’s eyes as I attempt to knock him over with just the tip of my index finger.
Since we bothered to move our Christmas lights, we figured we’d put some up. I think the tiny yellow lights make a nice frame for all the… tiny yellow lights…
“Have you ever seen the sun and the moon in the same place at the same time?”
“They’re the same person!”
“I know, right!?”
So, I didn’t actually see the sun when I took this picture of the daytime moon (I love daytime moons), but I swear it was out.
And here’s another sunset… because I’m a sucker for those too.
