Pasadena Adjacent

Life Lived on the Edge of Pasadena

Everything’s Coming Up Roses

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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.

 

Trash Tuesday #104: Where Getting it Cheap is Part of the Esthetic

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My ardor for curb side treasures has decreased somewhat. Either that, or my aesthetic level has risen. I’ve noticed that Ikea book shelves have replaced couches; and most stuff doesn’t make my discerning cut. But (thinking out loud) you could take those Ikea book shelves, pull out the center slats, and you’d have a nifty backyard planter….. Better yet, collect them. Painted and artistically arranged, you could end up with an edible arboreal Russian Deconstructionist piece of ‘earth art.’

So now my eye tends to keep it local; as in my neighbor’s cast offs. I had the leisure of passing on that church pew a few weeks back. You can take your time in deciding to keep or pass, if objects of interest are made of wood. Not so with objects made of metal. You have to drop everything your doing and act fast. Those local scrap collectors don’t fuck around. So drop I did, and grabbed this vintage GE fan. It’s a little loud, has only one speed, but I love the industrial green patina. And with it’s height, it will be very useful at pushing heat away from collecting under my patio roof – when I start using my kiln. I also scored a broom and a Swifter. That led to a fun filled weekend polishing my hardwood floors. Don’t we have fun.

Paris Daily Update

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While I stick around the house wondering if I’ll ever see water again, yet alone Paris, I have friends who are seeing both. And bees.

The “beehive” is located at 9 rue Pierre Lescot in Paris, and dates back to the 19th century. The original merchant at this location sold honey. The hive functioned as advertisement.

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