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Post by breeze on Jun 18, 2015 2:58:10 GMT
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Color!
Jun 16, 2015 17:48:57 GMT
Post by breeze on Jun 16, 2015 17:48:57 GMT
These modern-day Mohicans take the easy way out by shaving their heads. I've started reading the diary of a man from this part of Pennsylvania captured by Indians in 1758 and quickly adopted into the Conewago tribe, and they pulled the hair out. By the handful, in his case.
It makes my scalp hurt to think of it.
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Post by breeze on Jun 16, 2015 1:07:26 GMT
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Post by breeze on Jun 8, 2015 1:11:03 GMT
Very impressive, Mark. Nice choice of colors. I had no idea the pool would be so beautiful, but then it's always hard to visualize something while it's under construction.
Nice table, too. Looks like you're a jack of all trades.
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Post by breeze on Jun 2, 2015 23:20:55 GMT
Oh yes, I agree with you, bixa! Lovely flowers, smooth camera work, and joyful music. I hadn't noticed the iron ivy so thanks for pointing that out.
kerouac, is La Mouzaia one of the most floriferous neighborhoods in Paris?
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Post by breeze on Jun 2, 2015 17:22:27 GMT
That pink rose--the first one in #4--does anybody here know its name? I'd love to grow that rose.
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Post by breeze on May 29, 2015 2:15:32 GMT
Of the 100 or so photos I've taken with my new camera, this is the only good one!
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Post by breeze on May 29, 2015 1:29:00 GMT
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Post by breeze on May 5, 2015 18:29:35 GMT
Mick, I doubt I will ever understand cricket, but I do understand the joy of playing a game you love and am very happy for your George. What a great experience for him. Please keep posting so we know how things are going with George. I'll be cheering him on from waaaaay back in the stands.
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Post by breeze on Apr 30, 2015 18:00:52 GMT
I imagine everybody, male or female, who cooked up till the 1950s was an improviser.
What I remember reading is that restaurant pots full of ingredients were too heavy for women. I'm dubious.
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Post by breeze on Apr 26, 2015 19:00:32 GMT
Ohmaigá! I like ohmaigá and now I know how to spell it.
One time I was ordering in-flight meals over the phone with a personable Delta rep and asked what her recommendation would be. She said she always got the seafu' so I asked for two seafood meals. But then she couldn't find that on the menu. She continued to tap away while wailing Ohmaigá, ohmaigá, no seafu! She kept this up quite a while, for my entertainment and her coworkers' too, I'm sure. She finally tracked it down, so we got our seafood meals on the plane.
It's one of the things I still say sometimes when we have a minor problem. Ohmaigá, ohmaigá, no seafu! comes in handy for all kinds of petty irritants.
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Post by breeze on Apr 24, 2015 15:57:54 GMT
From a reliable poster, on Trip Advisor:
kerouac2 Paris, France posts: 24,797 reviews: 33 80. Re: capital one - terrible in france! Apr 23, 2015, 12:52 PM I absolutely love the fact that the "Trip Advisor Community" has removed several posts that were certainly extremely useful regarding this subject. TA is king of the hill at the moment, but this sort of thing is going to be its downfall in the end. Other more reasonable travel sites will replace it.
TA, Fodors, Slow Travel, and Chowhound are the websites I check when planning a trip (which means every day) but none of them really have what we need. I would love to know of something better.
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Post by breeze on Apr 8, 2015 0:31:51 GMT
Oh Lizzy, that little tree's will to live reminds me of the first year I divided irises. I did it by the book, trimming the tops and the roots, creating a little mound for each tuber, and carefully setting them in. Afterwards I had a cartload left over to add to the compost pile but my husband said he would plant them, by which he meant he tossed them into the woods along the lane. He didn't cover them with soil or even set them right side up. Even so, they flowered the next year or two till the shade got to them.
Kimby, you have my sympathy. Because of chipmunks/moles/voles/mice/rabbits I now have to plant bulbs in a wire box and bury them. I put cylinders of hardware cloth around new plants, sunk a few inches into the ground. You can imagine what eyesores these are.
Tomorrow I'm going to sprinkle red pepper flakes on some of the plants along a path that rabbits like to take.
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Post by breeze on Apr 8, 2015 0:09:11 GMT
I second that wow.
There's something in your photo that I miss here in winter, the soft shadows of foliage. It's a relief to me when leaf shadows return in spring, to replace the harsh outlines of tree trunks and buildings.
Any day now spring could start to happen here.
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Post by breeze on Apr 8, 2015 0:04:03 GMT
What did you say to the vendor that brought on that broad grin?
How light and pretty those purple and white stars are, twirling under the dome.
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Post by breeze on Apr 7, 2015 0:04:16 GMT
I came here to see the latest on the patio. It looks good. But the tea table photo is the one I'll be thinking of for the next few days, and someday it will probably bring back happy family memories for the onlyMarks.
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Post by breeze on Apr 6, 2015 14:44:22 GMT
There is a needle and pin factory in L'Aigle that opened for tours last year that was recommended to us. It didn't sound like much, but now that I've seen the website and I'm once again in planning mode, I'm thinking it might be worth a visit. L'Aigle has a big market on Tuesday so that would be the day to go. It's in a historic building, so even if needles and pins don't grab us, I'd like to see the building.
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Post by breeze on Apr 6, 2015 14:35:16 GMT
Casimira, wishing the best for T. and you.
If you were testy, you're entitled. But nothing I've seen from you online qualifies as testy, and I could write a book called Testy People I Have Known.
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Post by breeze on Apr 6, 2015 14:29:56 GMT
Bauhinias grow in Jamaica. I walked down a steep path to the sea with Bauhinias and the purple...it'll come to me...trumpet vine in bloom on either side, with the view of the blue Caribbean in between. Some of my favorite colors, all in one place, mostly of things I can't grow here.
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Post by breeze on Mar 26, 2015 11:54:29 GMT
It's good to have your own spring.
We only became aware of the preciousness of water when we moved here, an area that used to be mined. It's hard to sink a well and find good water. Sometimes you hit sulphur water. Other times the well-driller hits an old mine and gets nothing. Most people in this area get their drinking water from a nearby spring. They haul it home in gallon jugs or by the tank.
Our house was sited where it is because of a never-failing spring, but when the hill above us was strip-mined before we bought the place, a lot of the water went the other way and now the spring only flows for a few weeks.
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Post by breeze on Mar 26, 2015 0:41:53 GMT
The answer I got way back then was "Buh-bye." I thought then that I'd never heard it, but when I started to pay attention I realized I must have but it just hadn't registered. I've never said it myself.
Kimby, you are so right. I used to say it to my mother.
I always like to overhear people saying "Love you!" to each other like that--even when I know they are a dysfunctional family and are always bickering! It's good that they at least express some fondness when they say goodbye.
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Post by breeze on Mar 25, 2015 22:55:31 GMT
What a view! And what a pool. And all that lovely dirt for Mrs OnlyMark to play with.
You did well out of your real estate agency. They were a little casual about their advertising, apparently.
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Post by breeze on Mar 25, 2015 22:44:43 GMT
Kimby, "positive anymore" goes back to the 1970s, as I learned when I worked for a linguist. I'd never heard "anymore" used that way, to mean "nowadays" ("He's drinking a lot anymore"). But once I learned about it, I started to hear it pretty often.
From the same guy I learned how most people say "goodbye" on the phone. I didn't believe him, but I kept track of my phone calls for a week or so, and sure enough, my boss was right.
What do you say to end a phone conversation?
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Post by breeze on Mar 25, 2015 20:30:00 GMT
Htmb, I think your daughter is going to love being young, single, and gainfully employed in New York. It takes me back....
Are you now the mother of a NYCPC?
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Post by breeze on Mar 25, 2015 17:44:00 GMT
Clever man!
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Post by breeze on Mar 25, 2015 17:39:48 GMT
htmb, it was a nice view except for no trees nearby. I doubt that bothered her, but it would have gotten to me after a while.
The East River has lower bridges, so during the bicentennial only the medium ships sailed by. The really majestic ones sailed along the Hudson.
Casimira, is the neighborhood where you lived called Yorkville? That used to be a very German neighborhood.
Last time we were in NY, about two years ago, we drove through our old neighborhoods and things were so different. Of course, we lived there a long time ago!
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Post by breeze on Mar 25, 2015 14:27:10 GMT
Oh, that brings back memories. My sister-in-law had an apartment along that walkway, and her balcony looked out onto the river and across to Roosevelt Island. She liked to watch the tugboats that went back and forth day and night. All of them belonged to one family--the Morans?
During the bicentennial we sat on the balcony and watched the not-so-tall ships sail down the East River, lots and lots of them.
It was so great to be along the river, with no sound of traffic since it was underground at that location, and to watch people walking along enjoying themselves. I always thought if I had to live in New York again, this would be the place. Not that we could have afforded it.
One of her upstairs neighbors always threw their empty cans off their balcony down onto the walkway. The coop couldn't, or didn't, do anything about it.
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Post by breeze on Mar 23, 2015 17:34:24 GMT
We saw the Producers in 1968, got up to leave the theater, looked at each other and laughed, sat down in our seats, and watched it all again.
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Post by breeze on Mar 21, 2015 12:44:22 GMT
"At least it completely flopped."
Those are words I would like to see carved on its tombstone.
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Post by breeze on Mar 21, 2015 3:34:56 GMT
What to say about The Family, a Luc Besson movie we saw tonight? I had had such high hopes.
A few years ago I saw in the papers that Luc Besson was filming in the Orne, where we were on vacation at the time, with Robert de Niro and Michelle Pfeiffer. An American family comes to Normandy as part of the witness protection program. I foresaw a light comedy about culture clash, with the Mob family eventually settling in to the peaceful French way of life as it's always shown in American films. I knew Luc Besson was French, but I figured he’d give us the stereotypes we expect. There would be initial confusion, but eventually the family would relax and enjoy sunshine, wine, laughter, cheek-kissing, adorable neighbors, and the weekly market. A charming, happy film. (Shows I did not know much about Luc Besson.)
They were filming in the villages of Le Sap and Gacé, chosen for their architecture. We visited both towns last year on our way north. Both the town halls were a very pretty pink brick, which is unusual in this area.
When the movie finally came out, the New York Times review turned me off. My expectations had been way off base. This was a movie about a Mafia family who lived life as a constant battle, resorting to hideous violence at the smallest slight.
My memory of the review must have dimmed, because I ordered the movie from Netflix. We watched it tonight hoping for enough Norman half-timbered buildings and brick mairies to remind us of our travels, but the relentless brutality got to us.
Who was the audience for this movie? Who has such an appetite for violence?
We both enjoy a lot of movies, whether it's a good movie, a mediocre movie, a bad movie that makes an effort, a movie that casts a spell over us, a movie so unbelievable we scoff at it, a movie that baffles us and leads to days of off-and-on discussion, but this is one I want to forget.
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