Lion Country Safari, Florida
To put it rather bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel.
~ Fran Lebowitz
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To put it rather bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel. ~ Fran Lebowitz
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 A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. ~ Antoine de Saint Exupéry  Alsace, France 2008 Once again, we come to the Holiday Season, a deeply religious time that each of us observes, in his own way, by going to the mall of his choice. ~ Dave Barry  Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again. ~ Joseph Campbell  If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. ~ Vincent van Gogh  Chinatown, San Francisco, California I’m astounded by people who want to ‘know’ the universe when it’s hard enough to find your way around Chinatown. ~ Woody Allen  Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery Weaving time in a tapestry Won't you stop and remember me… “Hazy Shade of Winter” Simon & Garfunkel  Strength is the capacity to break a chocolate bar into four pieces with your bare hands - and then eat just one of the pieces. ~ Judith Viorst  Forget fiscal cliffs and military sex scandals. The next big worry is .the extinction of the coffee bean.  Rain is good for me. I feel like I achieve clarity actually when it rains. The longer I have to sit and wait, the clearer my game becomes to me. ~ Venus Williams Yesterday, when my husband walked in after only an hour of early morning tennis, I asked him what was up. “Rain,” he said. “It started raining.” With a whoop of joy, I ran to the patio window and drew back the blinds. I love any kind of inclement weather. Too much Southern California sunshine puts me in a stupor, so I was eager to feast on much grayness after the temperature hit 90°earlier in the week. For a Back East girl, any indications of seasonal changes, even a late into autumn temperature reading in the high 60s, is enough for me to bring out the long-sleeved shirts. But I should have remembered that the weatherpersons had predicted only a 20% chance of rain. Indeed, what I saw was barely a drizzle. The few splashes of water didn’t even cover the concrete with a film of moisture. It was not what I’d call an opportunity to pull out my new rain boots and trench coat, bought for upcoming trips to cities with real weather, and dance in the puddles. There were none. But the sky remained gray, filled with clouds all day. I made a pot of beef and barley cabbage soup and pulled on my navy long-sleeved Gap shirt for the first time in 6 months. Sometimes you take what you can get and a good soup is always a winner.  |
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