Life is a beautiful mystery.
If Scooby-Doo and the gang showed up at my house and declared that they could solve it for me,
I would politely decline.
Then I would ask that they put a leash on that mutt.
The week in pics.
My son created this Bibimbap.
I have never heard of it before, but it's a Korean dish. I can't spell it, but it tastes good.
The amazing chiropractor's office fish.
It might be snowing outside, but it's all Jimmie Buffet in here, baby.
I was lazy last summer and did not cut down the polk berries. Watching all of the winter birds eating them in the snow made me glad that I didn't (one bird under each tree).
Of course, they will inevitably drop the seeds all over the place and I will have more polk berries to worry about next summer.
Groundhog tracks.
My son's personal reminder to watch the end of a TV show. If you need to be reminded like this, it probably isn't worth watching.
Fun with plates.
However, a 180 degree turn transforms it into...
Frida Kahlo.
We met Master B at Iron Hill Brewery where he wisely selected the Girl Scout cookies and brews pairing.
He usually dons a cape and monocle for such an event.
The avant-garde dress designer hits the bullseye again with this couture piece:
A skirt made with strips of toilet paper that have been painstakingly designed by hand.
Finally, wear that is both beautiful and functional in an emergency.
Hey.
Whatever happened to please?
(True story in Philly.)
Baby Z catching Zzzs.
The simple pleasure of reading a Sunday newspaper while drinking strong coffee Nothing else compares
(except for reading this blog every Sunday, of course).
I don't usually buy books, but I learned that Thich Nhat Hanh has a new one out and its title is one of my favorite pastimes:
Silence.
The weekly song attached to the end of the blog started more as a "me" thing, but I ran into a friend earlier this week that commented on how much he likes them.
This one will certainly not disappoint.
See you next week.
Poke berries, I will keep my plants through the winter now. I didn't know the birds ate them. But those poke berry bushes do grow monstrously though, don't they? Sunday comics, what fond memories they bring back of my childhood I didn't know they still had Sunday comics. Always a spectacular Sunday Post. Thanks!
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