When Dave, Olga and I walked in the cemetery over the weekend, we came across this rather peculiar tableau on a gravestone. I like how one of the middle doll's high heels is in the little plastic plant. It's like they've all had a wild night out and have only just awakened in the street, naked.
Perhaps the person in that grave was known for being a partier.
Yesterday was the tenth anniversary of our civil union, but we've deferred our celebration until we can figure out what we want to do. Dave is still wary of going out to restaurants, which would be our first choice. We're looking at options for having dinner delivered or finding a swanky place where we can eat outside.
Instead, we had a pretty quiet day, spent mostly reading, both online and not. I'm reading a novel called "The Overstory," focused on humanity's relationship with trees, and it's very good. I also noodled around online with the Wayback Machine -- an internet archive that stores old web pages. Have you ever experimented with it? If you ever want to find an old web site that has been removed or no longer exists, or an old version of an existing web site, it may well be stored on the Wayback Machine.
For example, here is an archived version of my blog from 2007, showing the old minimalist page design, my old blog links and the posts I was blogging at the time. Such a time warp! If you have a blog, you can look yours up as well using this link. Just enter your blog's (or any site's) URL on that page.
Francisco, Olga's dog walker, has been away for the past week but he returned yesterday. I'd like to say that Olga was excited to see him again, but honestly, she always leaves us reluctantly to go on her walks. She would much prefer to stay with "her pack." It's kind of embarrassing. Francisco tries so hard to win her over.
I made a little video to show you the starling madness that has descended on our bird feeder and bird bath. They are squabbly little birds! (I zoomed in on them about halfway through so you could see them better.)
Last May, Dave and I went over to our friend Lisa's house to help her and her fiance Xan clean up their new garden. At the time I brought them some hollyhock seedlings. Well, Lisa sent us a photo a week or two ago:
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Why do their hollyhocks grow and prosper when ours are still runty little things with four leaves?!
(Actually, I think I know the answer to that question. I think it's sun. All ours are planted in places that are partially shady, and I think hollyhocks would prefer to bake. Lisa's garden is sunnier than ours.)
In any case, at least I know the plants are capable of producing flowers. I'm planning to relocate a few of ours and we'll see if we can do better next year.