These photos are from a walk I took yesterday. I am happy to say that on "Superbowl Sunday" I went for a walk and went to yoga class. Perfect day if you ask me.
There was a random flock of seagulls on my neighbor's house. I'm happy they weren't on my house, those guys are noisy. I think it was because their neighbor had put out some sort of bird food, so not only were the seagulls swarming, but pigeons too. Glad they aren't my next door neighbors.
I walked a different way than normal and found some trails pretty close to my house.
Kind of mixed among suburbs. Some teenagers had obviously snuck out and met up in the forest to drink and play Uno. There were cards and broken glass strewn all about.
Now those who know me well, know that I am not a huge fan of the squirrel. But look at this one's ridiculously fluffy tail! Top 3 fluffiest I've ever seen.
I went to Slumdog Millionaire tonight with my aunt and uncle. I highly recommend it, and I am truly thankful to have my life.
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I am ready for spring too! I had this horrible smell in my car, like moldy yoga clothes and I couldn't figure out what it was until today when I found a rather large colony growing on my mats, sick, I brought them inside and scrubbed them like a maniac in my bath tub, you would think with the cold weather that this wouldn't be a problem, damn extremophiles!
extemophiles, or rather more specifically halophiles because my mats are soaked with salt from the roads, like I have a miniature salt mine on the floors of my car. I miss the spring crocus in Corvallis :(
. I like the writing style in first paragraph The "P. Phil" sounds kind of cool and familiar, and also creates a nice, emphatic, alliterative punch when you drop "...in Pennsylvania" later on. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I think it showed a good use of expressive range. I hate it when people continually rely upon their five favorite adjectives, or when they have to pull out their “big gun” like it’s some kind of linguistic magic trick. (Note: “plethora!” seems to be the most abused in this sense) Anyway your dedication to the craft transcends “My Life” well beyond the pedestrian morass of the typical blogging world. Good work, Mom.
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