Everything’s Coming Up Roses
by Pasadena Adjacent
Since you didn’t ask, and I’ve been rather silent about broadcasting my life via Face Book (though I’m not unwilling to say weird crap on my twitter account; after all, you can never have enough real-estate agents following you) I thought I might keep you up to date here.
Mr V’s 1989 Buick Century reached over 250,000 miles. It also reached a cross roads. Option A – put in a new transmission. Or option B – if you can get the car to drive into the scrap metal yard without a tow – get a check for 1500 dollars. Mr V chose option B.
Mr V needs a car. Option C? finish the image revisions at the station and get our first check. This required passing a safety test in order to earn our Metro Jackets and clip on identity badges. Unfortunately it doesn’t mean we can use them to ride the trains. Something I was hoping for since Mr V no longer has a car.
Those 24 Tomato plants? Tomatoes are coming out our ears. Last night Mr V made spaghetti sauce. It was unexpectedly delicious. My specialty is tomato salad. Tomatoes, oil and balsamic vinegar, feta, onions and purple basil; bliss.
Remember spinning kitty? She’s been cooked and now hangs out with Twyla. Two more await the kiln gods. Mary thinks I’ve had a breakthrough now that I’ve gone all three dimensional. I just tell people I’m making a litter of kittens. Once I master that task, I may make them a mother.
Lynne Chang gave me a fake tattoo of a lizard. It’s on my forearm. Strangers like it.