09-09-09

Fluff to fill my in-betweens.  Starbucks being the muse!
Frank's sketching.  Martin Luther King, love it.  Found in his messy room.
Sideyard printing of family names in cement work that Lorin has laid. . .
Just the beginning of a beautiful pathway Lorin has created to our side yard, gate area.  Lorin stamps the home with his skilled work.  

I Bee Boppin': Lacette, Boys, Baseball & Beach

Am I not working that title?  Clever me.  After my day at Redondo Beach, the full moon accompanied me home. Do not attempt to do this peeps unless --even then it's inadvisable--

you are stuck on the 91 freeway going 5 mph.  Lorin installed a new stereo system in the Windstar and I listened to a compilation of oldie Love songs.   Songs I heard in my youth that  instantly reminded me of my mental state of being.  Clueless.  Naive, full of anticipation.   Oldies as in:  Leo Sayer's "When I Need You"; a lullaby for all grown ups. . .The Stylistics's "You Are Everything"--'Everything is You'; lyrics so simple it kills ya.  How about The Association!  OOOOH!  "Never My Love". . .this sweetness out of the past, so tender it makes me wanna cry.  Thanks Lorin for installing my stereo this week, I can always depend on you to provide me with the source from which these tunes fill cars and home!
My booty today.  Redondo Beach did not have too much offerings but you just receive what there is & hope for a better day in the future.  Lots of children playing, umbrellas on the beach.  Makes up for the, uh kinda dirty shoreline. . .watermelon rinds, bags and plastics. . .
This Angel's hat is becoming that piece of clothing that completes my ensemble!  Bad hair day?  No worries I have a solution!

Luke & Noah back to back at Angel's Stadium for a little height comparison, Noah is two years behind Luke, but it looks like he could overtake Luke soon. . .it's amusing to see these faces with teen angst (Noah is a "tween" at eleven).  So, while I shelled this weekend, Lorin is rockin' the front side pathway--photos to come!

What I do while laundry piles & dust bunnies gather. . .

A polaroid of my thinking/praying self portrait. . .because I am a bit impressed with myself.  Note:  the space to write a message!  Clever me!
Self was made after I doodled in my journal a polaroid. . .well yes, why not?
Every woman needs a man who is pleased just to have her around even if she's playing with crafts!  Thanks poopy doo.  Was it gloriously fun to create!
And, as I have lost my first weekly journal. . .I broke down & began another one.  A girl like me cannot have too many artsy journals.