Friday, February 5, 2016

Five on Friday: February 6, 2016

Hello Friday! Even though I'm retired and none of my life has revolved around school schedules for a long time, the Monday-Friday pattern must be imprinted in my brain. Friday still feels like the end of 'something'.

1. I took all this to our local charity shop.  I'm trying to do the 15 minutes a day of decluttering, twice a day. A day at a time...



2. Recently, I got the catalog for our community college Arts Programs. I've taken one or two of the classes but the teacher who teaches Photoshop and Lightroom ONLY lectures. Uh...no hands on? I think that's ridiculous. However, one class really got my attention...Seriously??? "Personalized Painted Pet Food Mat". I kid you not. $57 plus $27 for supplies.

3 . "They say" that we're to get more snow. I guess they didn't get the message that the recent blizzard will suffice as far as snow goes in my mind. How about you? Want more? Had enough? It's all a matter of taste, age and vehicle I suspect.

4. This is so so cool. If I had children, I'd love it! Elise Blaha Cripe is a clever woman.




5. This must be the truly down time season for no new tv episodes. I have about 5 shows that I record and watch one a night during the week. This week? No new episodes of quite a few of them. Bah humbug. But I did watch a rather sweet movie.  5-7. Now "I" knew the meaning of that phrase even back in MY teens. If you have time and can find it, it's a nice bit of funny fluff.



Well, snow or no snow, I hope to see you on Monday! Enjoy your weekend and play!

Thursday, February 4, 2016

TBT: When the Suit Was Just Pretty

In the 1950s and 60s, my father sold tires in Washington DC at 23rd and M NW. He had occasion to meet many influential people at this job as well as just ordinary folks who wanted to get tires while they were at work.  One of them was a White House photographer who gave this photo to my father. It had been taken in mid  November 1963 at the church of St. Stephen the Martyr on 24th and Pennsylvania Avenue.  A young president and his wife at a church that was just built in 1961.  FBI agents on both sides of them.



Who knew what was to come and what that suit would symbolize to most any Americans who were alive at that time. Sadly, by the time the photographer gave this photo to my father in spring of 1964, we all knew.

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