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LAST WEEK WHILE MY HANDS WERE TIED by the toolbar snafu, and I couldn't put pictures up on my blog, a dear friend of mine said, "Won't you come over and help me put pictures up on my walls?" (She didn't word it exactly like that, but she does have a fairly new living space, and she wished for advice. It was definitely decorating the walls that she had in mind).

She also said, "Come for brunch."

I would happily show you, Dear Reader, the delectable quiche that she served to me and another friend (who was also there to eat the brunch, and say,"Oh, I think that would look nicer there!" or, "Hmm, here's what you could do...").

And of course it'd be fun to show you the artwork we cleverly assigned to the walls.

But I took just ONE photo while I was there.
It's of artwork that caused me to draw in my breath.
Exquisite and vibrantly-colored--a delight to look at,




this work of art that looked perfectly placed wherever it sat.*














*Delectable taste, as well!

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YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW,

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AND SO ON, AND SO ON, and so on...
(I'll get back to you if anything changes).





*white stuff falling from the sky
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IT'S LIKE AN ARCHEOLOGICAL DIG...as the snow melts, I keep discovering historical artifacts. Yesterday wasn't the first time I went to collect the morning paper and found two copies--but yesterday I tended to forget that one copy might be vintage. Turns out, this time the snow had melted back to the 10th of February.

I opened the two-week old paper first, unaware of it's obsolete status, and it startled me in a "God-help-us-all" kind of way. Hadn't I just heard on the radio that snow and strong winds were in the forecast? (Though I thought they'd said one to three inches.)


And there was also that weird rumor making its way around the county--A monster of a snowstorm! Accumulations of unheard-of proportions! Due to arrive...oh, I don't know, sometime in March. I hadn't paid any attention--it was only a rumor!

I can't tell you, Dear Reader, what a relief to see yesterday's actual headline: "Bonuses on Wall Street top $20B, But average consumers turn sour." Because I had turned quite sour; yes, I certainly had! But, that sour feeling (having nothing to do with the cats on Wall Street--fat or otherwise), it melted away like a snowflake when I realized we weren't cringing for another blizzard!


(A delicate coating--that's just what we got. Hurray for delicacy!)


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THE MIRACULOUS MIRACLE! THE SET OF happy happenings! That's right--utterly by accident, while meandering around in blogland, retracing a trail I'd been on repeatedly, I stumbled across my toolbar. I was very pleased to toss away the monkey wrench, along with the botheration, the pain in the neck, and pictureless posts.


Now that I'm back...where was I? I'm scrambling to find that set (Uh...the one I set by), that mid-February Hodgepodge:


There was the Valentine's Day breakfast plate...
The Valentine excursion (dress-up on a Saturday afternoon and hurry) to hear the symphony, which yielded this puzzling view of the theater lobby, rushing in the door...


And at the ticket window, Oh, sorry, the Mozart concert is next weekend! which leads to these photos--representing a rather delightful plan B:

involving an afternoon at the books-and-music store, a cozy dinner at a bar (my valentine and I never gave any forethought to the crowded situation at all dining establishments on Valentine's Eve; thus we considered it good fortune to get seats together, never mind the bonuses: pink lights around our waitperson's neck, Olympic pictures on two screens, and a full-course dinner with enough food carted home to enjoy the next day as a Valentine lunch).


After which we re-traced our steps, arriving at the theater again just in time for the currently-running play.


And then... well, we already had those tickets for the symphony, don't you know (the last two seats in the house when my valentine had called to reserve), meaning (I believe you've already guessed it, Dear Reader) we also got to go back the very next Saturday and hear the symphony orchestra play Mozart.

Ah, and my bootleg photo shows them--the musicians--all dressed in their costumes and powdered wigs...
(okay, not powdered; likely ordered in bulk from wigs-R-us, but still a nice touch).




We had one more dinner on bar stools, a week past Valentine's Day. Perhaps we'll make reservations on future Saturday evenings out; then again, we're kind of getting the hang of having our meals a step up from the crowd. We're likely to go on our hit-or-miss way, but possibly taking a little more care to check event dates...


...at least for a month or two.









(Oh, there's more to the backlog...that's right, more out-dated photos to come.)



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