Saturday, December 15, 2012

Southern Light

He's at Europane on Colorado Blvd. near the Paseo. (We have to distinguish, because there are two Europanes on Colorado.) The window faces south, and at this time of year our sun stays low in the southern sky.

I just like the light.

Friday, December 14, 2012


Let's take a break today. Get an early start on the weekend, what do you say? At least in our minds.

If you could take any break you desire, what would it be?

Okay, so, the impromptu flight to Paris is out of the question. What's possible, then? What is within reason?

A mid-afternoon cookie. Wait--no--think big! Something between Paris and a cookie. A trip to the post office doesn't count. Neither does a dog walk. I do that every day.

What would you do for your break?

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Sign Up

This one made me late for work. I didn't have my camera when Boz and I took our morning perambulation, so I had to go back home and get it. That'll teach me.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Parlez Vous?

My friend Linda invited a few of us over yesterday to speak French.

Well. I mean, alors.

There was stumbling, mumbling, do you say...? Rust. Rusty tongues, rusty minds, rusty French. But that was just me.

But it was fun. J'ai m'amuse bien. I hope that's right, or at least close to it.

The photo above is of an alley in Old Town Pasadena where you'll find the entrance to the Alliance Franรงaise de Pasadena. Step south off of Union Street or north from Exchange Alley into Kendall Alley, just west of Raymond Avenue, and you'll see the blue sign.

Pasadena's alleys are pretty tame. In fact, I may have just proven they're downright classy.

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Zen Monday: #224

Monday is the day I ask you to write the caption for the photo. Sometimes I choose the Zen Monday shot because I think it'll be fun, and sometimes I choose it because I don't know what to say.

Sunday, December 9, 2012


Our little pooper is just as excited about the holiday season as--well, as your little pooper is. And he is a most discerning shopper.

I tell him it's okay to smell the merchandise, but "no licking." He learned the "no licking" command for an entirely different situation, but it comes in handy.

He hardly looked at the lions or the hedgehogs. I'd have chosen one of those, but I didn't say so. If we don't allow Boz to make his own decisions about how to spend his allowance, how is he going to learn about the value of money?