My peripatetic nature has returned. Thanks to the skillful handiwork of Orthopedic wonderkind, Dr. Sassoon and my new Titanium hip, mobility has never been better. In laymen's terms, I've been walking. And biking. And swimming. And enjoying life.
As best I can, given our day to day sinking into a fascist hellhole.
It also means I've been able to get out to Palm Springs, now that guests have stopped coming for a while during the triple digit temps.
Given that preamble, today's collection of photo funnies takes us all over the place, from the Museum in Ventura (pictured above) to just a few hundred miles north of the Equator in Costa Rica -- Pura Vida.
Let's go...
Sino-Nippon relations have reached
a new benchmark with the grand opening
of Minsho Tokyo. We're so international here in Culver City.
We've also got a new Hydration Room for
Californians seeking the latest in woo-woo
fake medicinal cures.
And coming soon,
It's all Matcha And Nothing But the Matcha.
My feet will never cross the threshold of this place.
There are even stately new openings
near the Ivy Train Station, the latest in high tech latrinerry.
The desert, high or low, never disappoints.
This was taken from my front yard.
And this was taken from the backyard.
My neighbor doesn't know it,
but I attached a thick chord around
the trunk of one of his ficus trees.
What good is a hammock if you can't make it swing?
The unbeatable atmosphere of Don Ramos,
restaurants in Costa Rica don't get more authentic than this.
The chef came to our table with his little notebook
and read us the options on the menu.
Mi hermosa novia a bordo de su caballo a la playa.
On the walk to the beach, in front of the
world's gnarliest and expansive trees.
And finally, while walking beneath the tall jungle trees
with their thick canopy,
you don't want to fall and end up like this guy.
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