I have a new vacation schedule that goes something like this: play in the house and outside all day building forts and riding go-carts down the lane, high five the cats, follow the ant trail around the house and see where the front of the line is, watch woodpeckers, lay in the chaise and watch small planes go by overhead, read the newspaper, take a nap, drink some dragonfruit vitamin water on the front porch, read, take another nap, make lots and lots of art, catch and release small animals snared in the jaws of cat posse, learn how to survive in the arctic by watching SURVIVORMAN on T.V., eat BBQ Trader Joe’s chicken pizzas, find stuff to spraypaint. The festivities begin at around 7am and end around 1:30am I wish I was older so I could retire sooner. Retirement’s gonna be great.
Today I had to interrupt the fun and games for a drive down to Redondo Beach to see The Tax Man. Tax Man is a tall, thin fellow of indeterminate age who wears a patterned skull cap and parks his turquoise Vespa out front. You can see the ocean from his office. Naturally I had the camera with me, but know better than to irritate or annoy The Tax Man when he’s concentrating on MY refund.
When I got back home there was MAILART waiting for me from my pink-haired friend Randi. A nice long shiny cellophane-wrapped piece of deliciousness. (yours is coming my friend)
Here’s a few photos of stuff I saw from the car. This skyscraper-tall triptych billboard changes all the time. The latest ones are seen heading north on Figueroa downtown by the Staples Center. Very cool line drawings. Closer to home – the hardware store on Avenue 60……..and the giant donut? Quintissential LA out by the 405 on-ramp near the airport.
Ok, my friend, you win the bulletin board competition. Oh, we weren’t competing? Good.
I have another one to post later. I love the way you see the world! You rock!
Sister – you know good and well I took you to that VERY donut and you said you were coming behind me and I put the clamps on my boots and chalk on my hands and began to climb (using very good form) and then you just stayed down at the bottom eating those bearclaws and laughed at the way the harness looked on my ass. Just because you’re so much older than me doesn’t mean you have to play the memory card this much.
Hey – I didn’t see any time built in to this schedule to go to the bathroom. You better not forget to go to the bathroom when you are off track. AND more importantly why have you never taken me to see the GIANT Randy’s doughnut sign? Let’s go next time and climb up on it and take each other’s pictures (if we can do it without getting killed or arrested) you first of course.