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I've been there. ;)
"You look like an organic food fan."
Lady standing on the sidewalk with an iPad, trying to get me to buy/sign/subscribe to something. I'm not sure what she meant, but I've been called worse.
Manatees in a spring run
juicepirate
Love!
Ann Blyth as the mermaid during filming Weeki Wachee Spring,1948. Note: Photograph dedicated and signed by Ann Blyth, to Newt Perry. Ann Blyth was born in upstate New York. She began her career as a young opera singer, but moved to film, starring in “Mildred Pierce", “One Minute to Zero", and several other movies of the 1940’s and 1950’s. Note: Photographed in March, 1948, during the filming of “Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid.
Florida the Sunshine State souvenir postcard
D'aww. Tallahassee is misspelled. My poor hometown gets no respect.
Ichetucknee
If there's one thing I miss ...
... it's the shuttle program.
That is all.
Relaxing in a onsen
Now that is a zen kitty!
Ocean City Ferris wheel.
Wheeeeee! Ocean City boardwalk.
Apollo 1 crew practicing a water landing in 1966.
I love this.
Summertime Skee-Ball.
Fore!
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It'll be character-building tomorrow ...
... but for today I am sick and tired of rejection letters, all of which state with various levels of decorum just how poor my novel is.
For variety, one of the four I've received this month was for a nonfiction book, too. Just in case I felt like I had that to fall back on.
One of my mentors, a man I called Papa John, always said it was best to keep a bottle of champagne and a decanter of bourbon on hand -- just so you always had something to celebrate or drown your sorrows with.
Looks like happy hour is a'coming.
And the weirdness continues ...
... when I looked down at the peach I was eating only to find a perfectly healthy caterpillar lounging atop the pit, looking up at me with great interest. Not even a shot of bourbon -- for its antiseptic properties, of course -- will help me get over this impromptu lunchtime date with a multilegged creature. Oof. Uggh.
You know it's going to be a weird day ...
... when, between the last two bus stops before work, you are flirted with in Spanish, demur in both English AND Spanish, insist all the while that, si, tengo un esposo, and still you are asked for your telefono number as you pull the bright yellow cord and stand up to exit the autobus.
On the positive side, the compliments did come at a good time, since I spent last night trying on bathing suits, which is always a most unflattering experience. So I thank the cosmos for that -- even if the cosmos did, as usual, go above and beyond. ;)