Cell Phone Picture Dump
Our weather has been manic.
One day I am strolling around in the sunshine coveting an outdoor metal sofa.
The next, I am sitting in what appears to be a snow globe.
Recently, on a pariticularly snowy day, we went on a drive. Do you know people don’t go on drives anymore? Just ask our kids. They had no understanding that when you go on a drive there really isn’t a destination. You just wander. You drive.
While on this drive, I remembered rumors I heard about a woman who lives in a nearby mountain town. According to the whispers, this woman sells pot pies out of an unmarked store. Her store is open from when she has pies, until when she does not. I am not sure if it was the snow or the driving, but I went mad crazy fixating on those pot pies.
Upon arriving at the town, I forced my family out of the car, and we searched the main street for the secret pot pie shop, but alas, we found nothing. Well, I shouldn’t say we found nothing, because we found this.
It is a telephone chair. Really. Back in the day, people sat down, and the telephone rested on the little desk. Of course, I am in love with this piece of furniture.
We also found these.
A kind of record version of a jukebox. You pick the album you want to hear, and these people play it. You can sit in a telephone desk and listen to the record of your choice.
Back to the pot pies. Once we were home, I sat down at the computer vowing not to move until I found out where this secret pot pie shop was located. Turns out, it’s a shop with regular hours and a regular sign and you can even call them and order your scrumptious pie. The shop is called Pot Pie.
Curse you, rumors.
In other news, this occurred.
Forty happened. Hoenstly, I simply cannot remember a better birthday. For the last week, I felt full from the constant stream of love which has been tossed my way. My husband says forty has turned me into a birthday diva. Don’t say anything, but he may be right.
Whenever this blog gets quiet, it usually means I am working on my offline writing, and that’s exactly what’s been happening. When I first started writing, I used to boss thoughts out of my head, but I’ve learned I need quiet and space to coax the good ideas out. So, I’ve been busy ignoring noise and working hard not to create more noise of my own.
If you create, you know exactly what I mean. In fact, I wrote about this very thing over at Deeper Waters last week. My post is called Creativity and Soggy Celery. I gaurantee it is the only online article with the words soggy celery in the title. You will have to jump over and let me know if you can relate.
Before this editon of cell phone picture dump is complete, there are two more pictures you must see.
This is one.
Don’t ask. This confuses me, and I was there.
You take one very pregnant friend and put her on a swing which hangs across an icy mountain river and then you push her and then you send her husband to scale across the river on a skinny beam. Not pictured is me in Christmas pajamas at eleven o’clock in the morning, and no, it wasn’t even close to Christmas. There is no explanation for this nonsense, but this is why these are my people.
And for the last photo…
It’s a trapeze which was discovered sitting on an empty lot. No, the circus wasn’t in town. Yes, I wanted to climb the ladder and give it a go. I mean a real honest-to-goodness trapeze just set-up in a neighborhood.
Your turn. What kind of adventures have you been up to and do they involve Christmas pajamas, a telephone desk, or a trapeze?
