Fake Food Bonanza

It was years ago that I first I saw in a store window a perfect plate of artificial spaghetti and sauce with a fork suspended overhead.

Life would have been simpler if I had bought the thing then and there but I didn't and it quickly disappeared with no replacement to be found. I was left for years with an itch I couldn't scratch, at least until I could find another.

At last, I found one on EBay and here it is.



It looks good with some of my other finds.





Am I done? Well perhaps, although I was thinking a three-tiered wedding cake would be a nice addition.

Ommmm

I'm waiting for a chilled hand to emerge, clutching a begging bowl.

Buddhas's Test

This is Buddha last November, serenely presiding over the pond.




And here is Buddha today. His task is to keep his head above water/snow.

Enough Already

Harry is happy to sit at the window and supervise winter. Although it has been a shorter season than usual we've had enough and would appreciate signs of spring now, please.

The flowers just keep on blooming and they don't seem to care much what season the rest of us are enduring. But then, nobody asks them to shovel the driveway.


I think this tree resembles a walrus wearing a large muffler. Or maybe a platypus.

Life In the Slow Lane

I woke up with muscle spasms the other day.

This contravenes my way of life, the daily task of list-making and ticking off items when the job is done.

The spasms mean that list-making is redundant and pain is front and center.

After a couple of days of trial and error, muscle relaxants came into my life and now I'm floating on a nice fuzzy cloud.

Before my descent into temporary misery, I took this picture of the pond and you can see where a bunny hopped past.



My "Christmas tree" is in need of a good shaking to get the weight off the branches. You're on your own,tree.



I love the patterns made by the frozen snow at the back. This is the current view from the kitchen sliders.



Since I can't deal with my lists I'm left with time to ponder this: Who is Paris Hilton and what does she do? She could do with a home-cooked meal, by the look of her.

And Tom Cruise; it seems to me that Scientology doesn't seem any nuttier than other religions or whatever they call it.

Perhaps it's time for me to cut down on the fuzzy-thought pills.