Tuesday, January 7, 2014
FLOTSAM AND JETSOM
I had an appointment to see a specialist in Lodi, CA. and in the parking lot was this eye catcher.
It may represent youth, or the future, or...whatever. Look at it amid a sea of white, grey, and two black cars. To me it says LOOK AT ME! I couldn't resist taking a picture.
I ran from errand to errand yesterday without much time to do anything more useful. I have a rosary plant I got from an aunt in the 1960's that manages to struggle on. Nearly killed it several times. While cleaning up around my sink, I noticed it had bloomed. After all these years it decided to bloom? Of course the blooms are so tiny, the cropped picture shows the plant bigger than life-size. You can see three more blooms starting on the stem. It brought an unbelieving smile to my face.
Then cleaning up little bits and pieces of useless information on my desk, I ran into stuff I'd tucked away, and here was a pillow menu.
Have you ever? Are we elitists, or what?
Other useless flotsam and jetsam hanging around my desk are interesting names I see on the road and I'm always curious about how they got their name:
Sour Lake, Grandfather Rd.,Hungry Horn, Flathead River, Lone Elk Trail. I guess Lone Elk Trail is self-explanatory, but why just One Elk?
When we are on the road, I always want to stop and find out about curious names. It must be an old Indian legend, but the motor home doesn't stop for such small stuff.
In the car, I can stop sometimes on a whim. So yesterday, I took this picture of a mailbox:
The Cheshire Cat. Cute. I have dozens of pictures of cute mailboxes. I'm ever planning to do something clever with my own. Ah! Some day.