Love forgot

Throughout her career, k.d. lang has pushed envelopes. She’s tackled musical genres from country to punk to old standards and brings unique perspectives to everything. Her vocals are on soundtracks to films ranging from Even Cowgirls Get the Blues to Tomorrow Never Dies.

She’s been out since 1992, when she was 31.

Today I’m giving you “Love Is Everything”.

 

 

Nature's mysteries 3

 

Okay, time for another installment of #IDme.

These low-to-the-ground things were out earlier this year. They evidently come in pink and yellow.

What are they and do I want them in my garden?

 

 

Fabulous

Hey, looky here: I’ve got an Aesop fable from the last couple of days’ walks.

This guy was actually booking it. He was close to the sidewalk when I first encountered him; by the time I made my return pass in about 15 minutes, he was out of sight.

This guy, now…Just as I cut the second video he hopped over to look like a shrub, so of course he became invisible. (Although he, or someone very like him, appeared in my back yard a couple of hours later.)

Anyway, the People’s Republic’s very own fable. #AmIRight?

 

 

Internal combustion

You know—we have not had any vanity plates for a while. So let’s do it.

These two were parked next to each other in the cluster; I’m thinking their owners are related, but that could be me imagining it.

Likewise, these were next to each other in front of a house. It’s the connection to Reston Runners that makes me think they’re related.

Not really sure what SHESHLY works out to be. She's holy? Shesh, LY? Dunno.

And this pair—well, the guy in the Aw Yeah van took exception to me shooting a pic; got very bolshie, like he was going to fight me in the parking lot.

Dude—your plate is, like, public, you know? Also, the whole point of a vanity plate is to attract attention. 

 

Gratitude Monday: one small step for antipasti

Today’s one of those micro-gratitudes: the self-service olive bar at Wegman’s is once again self-service:

It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed taking with the staff over the past 15 months as I get my bi-weekly fix of pitted Kalamatas. It’s that the pandemic must well and truly be lessening in my part of the world if Wegman’s feels free to hand over the slotted spoons (albeit with latex gloves) and plastic containers. 

Is this pettiness, or is it a harbinger. I dunno.