Ah, February, you little tease. Upper fifties one day, snow storm the next. Well that’s the prediction, anyway; we’ll see what tonight brings in the way of frozen precipitation. We have on our porch a little pot with a hardy pansy plant that has hung on since last fall. It looked so forlorn weeks ago, and in the past week it has popped its head up with the longer days and warmer weather. I suspect brighter days are ahead.
It turns out that I don’t have a lot of pink in my life. I never have. I was almost ready to give up on the pink, and then today as I was walking near my office I saw some utility markings on the sidewalk. Blue is water, I’m pretty sure yellow is gas, and pink? What the heck is pink for?
I had a crummy couple of days at work this week, and looking for pink was actually a really nice distraction. So, thanks for that. And thanks for the weekend, just around the corner ….
Part of the 30 Day Photo Challenge.
Meet the Queen of the House. She is not amused with my little photography project.
Part of the 30 Day Photo Challenge
Yeah, so, we’re just going to pretend that I didn’t disappear for weeks on end right in the middle of the 30 Day Photo Challenge. It’s Day 22: how exciting! Thanks for coming back!
Technically I guess this is a picture of “hand,” singular. Hey, what do you want from me after being gone for so long, perfection?
This sign makes me think about how we hold on to our “old” points of reference in life. Metered parking in my city is now like most large cities in this country — phasing out actual currency and moving us toward using our credit and debit cards to pay for it. These machine do still take quarters, but just about everyone I know uses a card anymore when parking in the city. Yet that age-old lament, “I need to run out and feed the meter,” sticks with us even when the act of feeding coins into a parking meter is no longer involved. (I guess you could argue that you’re “feeding” your credit card, too, but that just doesn’t feel right to me — it’s not the same as watching the meter gulp down coin after coin after coin as you watch the time jump in 15 minute increments.)
But then again, I still say “You have to dial 9 to get an outside line” despite the fact that I have not “dialed” a phone in years. How about you? What phrase do you hold on to?