Last night around 5 p.m. or so, I got out of my car (which I parked practically in the middle of the road!) to check out my neighbor’s trash. I was in a hurry, see, because I spied a green metal chair I really wanted. My sweet little dog jumped up on the window ledge and engaged the automatic locks. Yes. She locked me out. Efficiently. Completely. My purse, my keys, my phone. All inside the car with the sweet dog. Me? Outside with my neighbor’s leavings. (I did find a really cool yard chair.) Fortunately, the neighbor also left wire hangers. We straightened one and waved to the fellow neighbors who now had to pull around my car in the street at they waved back and craned their necks, watching as we poked our weak little wire at the window casing. My neighbor, Jon, was kind enough to try his hand at the window. His wife, Kristin, was generous enough to keep us company with conversation. (Having a group around helped alleviate the embarrassment, as folks continued to drive past.) And then another trash picker pulled up. “I’m just looking for scrap metal,” he said, as he grabbed something from the neighbor’s pile and threw it in the bed of his truck. Truck. Metal. Well-formed hat. This guy is probably handy, I thought. And sure enough, he looked at all of us staring at him, and he said, “Oh, do you need help?”
Thank you, R.J.! After minutes of effort, you got my car unlocked — and saved me $75-$100 in locksmith fees. “I like to help people when I can,” he said, as he drove off into the sunset. Many, many thanks, R.J. 🙂
If you love S.C., you’ll understand this pic isn’t an ecouragement to drink a particular beverage, so much as a statement of pride in our state flag. 🙂
Saturday I spent a couple hours at the mall hawking for the annual Belk Charity Sale. (“Would you like to donate $5 to save homeless animals?”) I had the pleasure of meeting Sebrina Gibson, a very nice lady who also happens to be an army mom. Her son, Jovita Holliday, is currently serving in Afghanistan. Thank you, Sgt. Holliday, for your service to our country.
While the weather is chilly, even coat-requiring, we haven’t had a freeze yet. There are still flowers about. And I love seeing them. This vine was growing around a mailbox.
It’s a bit cheeky to photograph tattoos without asking…but the location of these two made doing so fairly guilt free. : ) Love the sense of play in the facing arch enemies.
Intriguing looking, huh? I’ve been thinking this is some type of time-telling device. Do you agree? What IS it? Found in an Andersonian’s yard in Old North Anderson.
On Friday night, a friend needed a movie. A NEED understood perhaps only by those who’ve experienced 3 kids under 5 — who won’t go to bed! 🙂 Suffice it to say, we didn’t care what we saw. The new Sandra Bullock flick would serve as well as any other. I brought my camera in a kooky impluse, and in an even kookier one, took the above pic. It turned out providential — as I hope Mary Horowitz’s spirit will stay with me a long time. Despite its title, the movie is NOT All About Steve. (Though Bradley Cooper is cute and funny.) Mary is the star of this show. And she shines big time.
Among us girls, “Mary Horowitz” is our new joke, label — for all things intellectual, all bits of champaign knowledge dispensed with panache and a French accent. 🙂 Mary Horowitz stole my heart. She’s the goofy friend you can’t quite understand but hope never changes. Mary being Mary keeps the world upright. Why does she wear bright red knee-high boots? Because it makes all 10 toes feel like they are on a camping trip. I resolve to find a piece of clothing I love that much. Go, run, sprint to All About Steve. You will laugh so hard you’ll cry. (And it’s pretty clean, to [red] boot.)
A cute little guy for sale at a yard sale on Saturday.
Porches are awesome things. This one does not have much of a view — mostly grass and then overgrown bushes along the railroad tracks — but I can still imagine myself resting here and letting my mind wander. Just off Murray Avenue.
Unfortunately, I missed much of this sky’s drama driving around looking for a place to capture it! I finally stopped on the 28 Bypass. The pinks really WERE amazing. Just before this shot. 🙂