Saturday

Saturday evening.

When I was young I assumed Saturday nights would be big times, lots of fun, going places.

Hmmmmm. Silly me. Rarely do we go anywhere or do much of anything. Alas, we work. And that is the way it goes.

There is one fellow who works where I work, who say he won't work weekends. Mind you, I work weekends, so you can imagine the sympathy I have for him. So he didn't show up for work today. The fellow he was to work with had to cover the whole day by himself. Gee, I think I don't need him anymore. I wonder if my boss will let me take him off the schedule.

Men stick together that way.

Well, thinking about that didn't make me feel any better.

School starts next week. I just hope for cooler weather.

Do they have any idea how they look?

I was walking behind a young girl in a store today. She was not too tall and none too thin. She had bleached blond hair: the kind with the dark roots and white tips. It was tinted a bright shade of green.

As I walked along, I noticed the gap between her white gauze skirt and her knit black top. That is when I wondered: "Does she have any idea how she looks." There was more of her than I wanted to see.

Then I noticed that her gauze skirt was see through. :0 It was too late - It was evident that she had on thong underwear. :0

I was traumatized.

Haze Germany Valley

I thought I had transfered several pictures to a CD, but alas, somehow I only copied one.

How do I get a picture posted?

Good grief, how do I get a picture posted?

Well, I figured out you have to take off the pop up blocker.

Now how I the world did I get the picture so many times?

Phew! Deleted the extra seven pictures.

Margaret, the daughter.

August already

August already? How can that be.

I am watching a special on Jackson Pollack. Not the documentary, but a PBS type thing.

A technique is a trap. Pollack as a cliche. Selling his soul to Hollywood.

I watched Ed Harris' movie on Pollack.

Interesting stuff.