I’m uncomfortable in my comfort zone.
Ah, lavender and tangerine. Love the colors and the fragrances! A few years ago tangerine was the color of the year for designers. Yesterday I was watching a clip of an old Miami Vice episode and a young and tan Don Johnson got out of a car in lavender pants. What looked like a gorgeous, summer-pale, lavender linen. Works for me. Heck, I grew up watching The Temps dance in tangerine suits, and lavender suits with shoes to match! Here are The Temps with lavender pants front and center, in lavender silk some years ago, and a recent photo of them decked out in tangerine in Bakersfield, California on May 8, 2012. Bakersfield photo posted by Doc and Meachie.
OKAY. If I’m not here, I’ll be there. But if I’m there, how can I be here? Maybe, I’m in that place that lost things go, till they’re found. Alrighty then. Have a great day.—Facebook post by Terry Lee, my pal from Kailua High School (reprinted here with his permission)
Talking with my son tonight about entertaining topics for his vlog. We watched a bunch of the Your Grammar Sucks videos. He asked me what “twit” meant. We looked it up. There was twaddle, sitting under the synonym subhead. Twit…Twitter…Twitter Twaddle.
When I was in high school, I slept barracks-style with my three sisters in a large room with a concrete floor. There was a screened, floor-to-ceiling, doorway-sized opening at the head of my bed, about six inches from the edge of my mattress. No window glass or door, just a screen nailed to the frame. One morning I woke up to a cow chewing grass, about three feet from my head, on the other side of the screen. About ten feet behind him, there was a short rise that fell into a deep valley on the other side. The valley was lush with grass and cows. Now it’s nothing but condos.