Skating on the beach not what I ass-umed...

This is what I was hoping to see...
you know, like Cary Grant & Loretta Young
in 'The Bishop's Wife'. (I want this movie.)

Well, of course I would.
Fantasy is always better than reality.
And, so it was today...

Pretty good build-up advertising.

First of all, this is about 3 pm and it's a school day.
Second of all, this is not exactly where I thought the
rink would be.
Thirdly, not many tourists in town but holy crap...
there was ONE guy skating and I think he works there.

I thought the action might pick up later,
so I treated myself to the movie 'j. edgar'.
I liked the movie.

Evening did not bring out the crowds.

I thought the skating rink was going to be
in front of the Bandshell, not at the
opposite end of the patio.
(sorry for the sucky photo. It looks like
half the lights are missing and I swear
I saw them with my own eyeballs but
the camera refused to agree with me.)

I might go back in a few weeks and see
if the attendance improves.

moooood and attituuuuuude...

are both pretty close to the bottom of the pit.
The seemingly endless struggle, constant worry
and sense of insecurity is wearing me down.
Kinda wish it was wearing me thin but, cheap food
is fattening. You didn't know that, did you?

Got word that three more people were called back
to the old job. Five total, leaving six to wonder if.
In the meantime, I'm still sending out resumes and
filling in applications. No response from any so far.
Two this week are somewhat appealing. One is a
customer rep position with the local trash/recycling
company and the other is with the county, working
in the vehicle tag and title office. Respectable money
and nice benefits. (Dealing with the public, lord help me.)
Fingers crossed.

I think I'm due for a walk-about. Take some photos.
They set up an ice rink on the beach. Yes, they did.
Keeping it there through the holidays. $10 lets you
skate all day and includes the skates. Sounds like a
pretty good deal but, I've never skated so I'll just go
watch silly people laugh and fall on their butts and
maybe come away with a few photos to share here.

I keep saying it could be worse but I'm trying real hard
not to imagine what that would be.

Haiku Monday energy/energize...

intimidation
takes the wind from people's sails.
floating dull adrift.

First deep breath in the
morning. Yawn and stretch and smile.
Let the day begin!

I found a haiku contest through Boxer's blog.
This week Haiku Monday is being hosted by Serendipity.
Follow the links, read the entries and join in the fun, why doncha?

WHY am I still awake at 4 am?...

I hate sleepless nights. Hate.Them.

I need ice cream.

in the midst of all the crap, I must remember to be Thankful for...

nothing new under the sun...

or on this blog.
I need to work on that.

The Veil War... a book in progress

...Marines in Iraq fighting Goblins invading earth...

One never knows where Blackfive will send his readers.

'The Veil War' is a book in progress. Serialized weekly.

I'm not usually a fan of sci-fi/fantasy writing but, after
reading the three chapters available so far, I'm hooked.

Click any of the links in this post (including the image above)
and see if you are not equally impressed.
The author also welcomes comments/suggestions/criticism.

Welcome back, Ron...

He's been away from blogging for two years
and returns with very sad news.

He entertained many of us with stories of
some of the escapades from his life.
Then life determined he had more important
things to focus on.

Please take a minute to welcome him back
and encourage him to keep writing.

Rantin' Ron, you've been missed.

haiku - to artists...

Art is first a gift
to yourself. It brightens your
own soul, being made.

the last of the leaves...

Thank you, Jennifer, for letting me share
your beautiful photos with my friends.

more Autumn hiking...

Autumn hiking in Ohio...

I wish I could take credit for these photos.
Alas, I wasn't even in the neighborhood.
My sister, Ann, goes hiking with one
of her co-workers, Jennifer, through the
wilds of Summit County. Jen took these
photos and graciously gave me permission
to share them with all of you.

Veterans Day...

PBJ...

His name was Peanut Butter Jones.
His parents were hippies.
His quest was to find the perfect Jelly.

He spread Orange Marmalade, licked
Peach Preserves and dipped a digit in his
cousin Apple Butter.
Plain Grape made him drip. Red Raspberry
stuck in his teeth. Elder Berry was too ripe
and Cherry was taken a long time ago.

Poor Peanut changed his name to Damn Skippy.

haiku - leaving a trace...

I can see me gone
full soul, ravenous for more
word mem'ries alive

it's Monday...

Death is a blind date
in top hat and tail while you
sit there in your sweats

peepul, pleeeeeeze...

If you're going to take pics with your
digital camera and email them to other
peeps... DO NOT SEND BILLBOARD SIZE.

Geez. Go to the menu in your camera and
choose a smaller size. Much smaller.
(I don't know if this applies to cameras in phones.)

I got an email with photos attached that made
the file size 11,000kb-thingies. Holy crap. It took
almost an hour to download. OK, I have an old
computer and a slowwww 'net connection but still!

The email after that is sitting at 15,000kb-thingies.
And, after waiting for the first one to finish, there
was an error message that the file is corrupt so no
pics were transmitted anyway.

I did the same thing until Berry very patiently 'splaind
to me what to do. Plus, the camera software has options
to save the pics at 100%, 75%, 50% and 25%.

Save the planet, save space, downsize.

p.s. Change your clocks. Daylight Savings Time ends today.
Dammit.

You're welcome.

Caption this...

I plucked this guy from one of those annoying
forwarded emails. He was at the bottom of the
page and the only thing worth noting.

I think he's adorable and witty and
he hasn't said anything yet.

What is he saying to you? Tell us all in comments.

November roses...

November roses...

In truth, I took these photos last week, still in October.
But, they are, indeed, still blooming profusely now.

Anything I attempt to grow must be hardy because I
am a poor gardener. These Old Florida Roses have been
mostly ignored since planted at the back door more than
five years ago.

The bushes have sprawled to more than five feet tall
and at least that wide. Sparky runs under them to chase
squirrels and lizards and whatnot.