Between illness (Covid), more illness (Covid Rebound) and even more illness (food poisoning and all its unpleasant excretions), my routine has been anything but lately.
Wedged between all that is my burgeoning career as an amateur hotelier (renting out my Palm Springs property) and attempting to clear up the mess I made with the IRA rollover of my late wife's account.
I could end up footing a huge bill while our former president, who is seemingly above the law (not just a law but all of them), will walk away scott free.
Nice country we got here huh?
Nevertheless, I have been faithful in my late afternoon walks. And in doing so, collecting a bevy of odd photos, including the dry fish display at Brothers Sushi in Culver City see above.) Mmmmm, unprocessed sushi.
Here are some more...
I had no idea that the new Culver City Platform sits on
what used to be the historic Hal Roach Studios.
Ahhh, the Little Rascals and my own dysfunctional childhood.
Speaking of the cinematic arts, why was the Ghostbusters
Van parked next to my house?
Unemployed philosophers?
Isn't that a tad redundant?
Apparently the one sane critical thinking person
from Mississippi. WTF, indeed.
I don't know why I stopped to photograph a discarded sneaker by a curb.
On the other hand, or foot, why not?
Not only am I fascinated by odd rubbish,
I also have a thing for transformer boxes.
This reads: Lose Your Mind, Find Your Soul.
Another unemployed philosopher?
Found one of Abby's first paintings.
A tree, a house, blue sky, I'll take it.
The manager at the local Goodwill Store
would not sell me this half mannequin.
Maybe that's for the better.
I'm betting students from the ABC Bartending School
have the best graduation parties.
I say this with the greatest respect, "Crazy gentiles."
Same here.
This sauce is Bitchin'.
I've never tasted it, but Ms. Muse confirms,
"It's bitchin'."
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