Her favorite flowers were those she clipped from others’ gardens.
She would receive shock treatments and head straight to work at Shillitos.
Oot naboot today on the outskirts of Cincinnati, mashing Geocaching and Cemeteries again. Came out to see the Stone Dollhouse at New St. Joseph Cemetery. The Stone Dollhouse was a playable dollhouse grave marker for the stone carver John Keatings three children who died very young. You can find this and more on Roadside America .com to aid in your trekking for the weird and interesting.
Also managed to pick up a couple geocaches at the same time- win!
The last of the day surprised me and made me sad I was out of favorite points. It’s rare that a micro will turn my head, but this one was all in the description. Do yourself a favor and read the bottom picture (I know- and smell this sound). It weirdly made my day.
This shit has gone from Oh, Autumn! to Fuck! Winter!
Good thing I have books, and chocolate, and doggo- but mostly chocolate, but if you have edible of any kind you have doggo… staring at you and your book.
“I want to meet you in every place I ever loved. Listen to me. I am your echo. I would rather break the world than lose you.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This is How You Lose the Time War
This is one of the most unusual books I have read in weeks! It made me want to write letters to the one I love with a Chinese brush pen, with a nail on a soft brick garden wall, in dna, the rings of trees, in clouds and lay lines, along the path of the beam in tall grasses, and hidden in small trinkets as geocache swag.
The appreciation of a freshly sharpened No. 2 pencil, food and love as a chemical and therefore serious business- you must have proper fuel to get on with your shit, Frask- who never changes, but becomes better- which seems less like change than coming home; the should have been bartender Denadi, 6:30, and the way I stop now to watch rowers on the river and consider shouting Don’t LEAN for your distance! Instead of my preferred pirate method of ROW, DAMN YOU!
Thanks to Bonnie Garmus, for sitting about the fire with us and spinning another tale that tells us how to be while momentarily drugging us against the cold and the dark.
“Children, set the table. Your Mother needs a moment to herself.”
idk man but the idea of cuddling with your partner under a soft blanket on a cold day and having them asleep in your arms while you're quietly playing video games or something just sounds really nice
kinda funny the the premise of so much scifi is “the general public can’t know about aliens it would cause mass panic” and us government is like “aliens are real and we have bodies” and the general public is like. we have bigger problems.
Will I wade through thigh high water into a swamp to retrieve a Geocache?
Apparently.
This is what I love about a treasure hunt. Am I just finding an old plastic bottle zip tied to a tree? No, I found this hidden thing- this not for profit gift someone made just for me. And I have wandered into this little magical swamp world I never knew was here, and now I’m thinking that I have to come back! But maybe in a kayak, when I can just float through and see nature doing it’s thing.
I also macked a pair of hand made socks when the water DEFINITELY was deeper than my boots high, lol.
Would totally do it again.