Thursday Photo Funnies

It's time for the Thursday Photo Funnies. Inappropriately named because today is in fact Wednesday. When you're retired, happily, despite the protestations of one juvenile wanker (who shall remain nameless), the days tend to blend into each other. So it doesn't really matter.

What's most pressing is my need to box and crate every knick knack that didn't come with the house we bought 33 years, but has been living here. That is until tomorrow, when I make the move from the Westside to the Eastside of LA. 

I swear this will be the last post regarding my semi-traumatic move. And in light of the life altering adjustment, instead of my usual photos of WTF's or oddities I've spotted on my afternoon walks, I'd to share some of the items I found lurking in the dusty crevices of my garage, my attack and my toiletry bag.

If you know me, you know I'm not that big on tiny figurines. 

With the exception of authentic Caganers, I have no need for them. 

And yet, I find myself in possession of a Lladro Flapper. 

Sitting in the wrapped up newspaper beside the Flapper,

I found these bronze candle holders from Jerusalem.

Call me, crazy, but I find Judaica funny.

So does my good friend Jean Robaire.

Speaking of funny, I uncovered this post card

which I believe I picked up while filming HOME MOVIE, 

at Zam's Swamp, deep in the bayou.

I also got this one.

And in accordance with the Rule of Threes, here's one more.

This was not from the bayou but from the Serengetti.

Shot by my daughter Rachel while she studied abroad in Kenya.

She also captured this, which is a thing of beauty.

As was my friend Kathy Hepinstall, 

who graciously signed one of her novels for me.

Talk about the impermanence of life. 

Still can't believe she is gone.

I stumbled across this toy, 

which was used as a model for an Acura spot 

we shot 15 years ago. Where'd did the time go?

Look, my employee badge at Chiat/Day/Mojo.

"What was Mojo," asked my inquisitive daughter.

"I have no idea," I replied. Also, where'd my hair go?

And finally, there's this.

We're smiling for the camera 

but crying for the house that will

always be our Home.