Saturday, 25 February 2017
We had the pleasure of lunching at Salt Pub with two regular blog readers and Facebook friends, Lizanne and Gina.Over lunch, one topic of conversation was real estate, as I had been haunted by the idea of looking at the dreamy four-lot property up north. Just before we ate, I arranged to do so.
After lunch, I returned the excellent advance copy of Radium Girls to Karla at Time Enough Books…
and after a quick stop at home to grab our postcard making kit, we joined Lizanne and Gina to prowl around the exterior of a darling house for sale in Seaview.
Gina is of Snooter-Doots fame and is a favourite afar of our cats because she made their catnip Kitty Karrots.
Since Allan and I were heading north to look at the enticing property for sale, we decided to join the last half hour of a post card party in progress at Naquaiya Studio in Ocean Park.
This blog is a faithful retelling of the quotidian lives of two working class gardeners, including the non gardening bits. Some days are focused on non gardening activities, moreso lately.
The postcard event is an offshoot of Indivisible. Its main focus is a mass mailing of protest postcards to Preznit DT in mid March. It may have no effect but to strengthen our resistance, and that is enough to make it worthwhile. And the conversation among a group of fierce old woman is satisfying. Like Lawrence O’ Donnell, we hope for impeachment, or perhaps resignation, and that he’ll take white nationalist Steve Bannon with him when he goes home to his luxurious life as a citizen.
The creative party had been going strong for 2 1/2 hours before we got there with impressive results. I may have blurred out a word or two for those with the most delicate of sensibilities:
Good job, postcard artists.
I concentrated in my brief half hour on my own little idea: To send a postcard of thanks to the Associated Press, Time Magazine, and USA today for refusing to attend a press conference in which the NY Times, CNN, and other news outfits were denied entrance. Allan made three postcards, as well.
I do hope that someone at a office desk will get some pleasure and amusement from them.Our friend and artist Joe Patina had been leaving as we arrived. He’d left behind a pile of vintage postcards which are much to lovely to go to DT. I am in the process of photographing them to share on my Grandma’s Scrapbooks blog.
Now it was time to drive north and get a look inside the tall gates we had peered over on Friday. That will be tomorrow’s post.
Afterwards, on the way home in the late afternoon, we saw swans on Black Lake.I noticed Lake Street looking colorful.
While I blogged, Allan string trimmed the garden bed edges and gathered up and cut to firewood size the fallen branches of the winter.
Tomorrow: an artist’s haven for sale