Thursday, October 23, 2014

Theme Thursday... A Job Well Done


today's theme is a job well done?... or pond scum and Handy Andy... I might add that I took pictures 'cause Handy Andy doesn't do sunlight,...and he doesn't like garlic, not sure about a mirror reflection... could it be?





and now my wife has more laundry.

Theme Thursday is hosted by Clan Donaldson.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sunday Salon...

Sunday Salon finds me a little slow reading.  I finished The Weed that Strings the Hangman's Bag.  All I can say is I love Flavia. I haven't read all of Alan Bradley's works, but I'm on the way.
And then I started Kindred, Octavia Butler.  I'm not wild about time travel, but... I'm only on page 68 and bored of it.  While I appreciate the historical comparison's, I don't know just can't get into it... this is why I can't get through the Outlander series.   Up next is the Island, Victoria Hislop, I think this might be another visit to the past, but not quite time travel.

The remainder of the week is rather full, so hopefully I'll be reading on the rails as it were.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Sky Watch Friday...and it's tradition

Yesterday, my son S. Vincent received his Masters of the Arts degree Literatures of Modernity.  This photo was taken while we waited patiently outside of the Ryerson Theater for the doors to open. While we were getting dressed earlier in the day I had struggled into some control top panty hose only to discover that they slid down the minute I started to move, clearly they had been on the shelf for way too long and the lycra was gone. I might add these pantyhose were $9. This is the tradition, every time we go to a graduation our pantyhose don't stay up.  Ask Alice,  when my mom and sister attended my graduation my mom was hurrying along to get to the car before her pantyhose slid down.   I recall a similar event during the dressing process with my niece's grad...I wore pants in the end no hosiery.  After all this is a serious event, nothing to laugh at in case the tears run down your legs. 
at the department reception everyone knew I was S. Vincent's mom, by our unruly hair
the Birthday Boy and The Graduate, (the grey haired guy was celebrating his 63rd B. Day)