Etchings in the Sand…

Bean Snuggies…

citrus — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 14:07:04 +0000

Now, I’ve had quite a response to my recent post on my L.L. Bean slippers. (By “quite a response” I mean 3 notes and a long distance phone call from Kentucky – which for me is a record breaker.)

Anyway, more needs to be said. Wearing a pair of L.L. Bean slippers for 20 or so years and unashamedly wearing them “in public” is no disgrace. A badge of honor, I should think. Granted, they come to smell a bit and there are marks of distinguished aging, such as scuffs from rocks, stains from spilled liquids of different sorts and even a few neat little holes that developed when certain enthusiastic puppies were cutting their teeth across the years. Good memories!

These are things that can be easily dealt with if one’s spouse becomes unduly critical. A trip through the washer and dryer leaves them compromised, but now with marks of the aging process, proudly shared with all who would see. A few small strips of duct tape don’t do much for their appearance, but do cover up some of the rips, so offensive to some. I’ve noticed that during a rainstorm they keep your feet snug and dry. Mr Bean would be pleased.

At any rate, I want to assure those who do not understand the Bean mystique that they need to look closer at these noble objects that bring back so many wonderful memories. And to Sue Ann in Kentucky, I must say that Santa will NOT bring me 20 pairs of new slippers this Christmas. I don’t have that many readers…

Waiting for Godot…

citrus — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 17:22:58 +0000

Mother used to tell me that anticipation is always greater than realization. I thought she was nuts at the time, but as so often is the case, the wisdom of mothers grows with age and absence.

This holds true right across the board. Amy and Oliver are not so sure of that, but they’re dogs. What do dogs know?

Slippers, by L.L. Bean…

citrus — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 20:35:13 +0000

I enjoy Bean’s slippers as they grow old along with me. Jo Ann has never approved of my wearing them in public, but I take wicked pride in ownership and the Wabi Sabi qualities of great objects grown old.

It’s all about the glories of aging gracefully…

It's all about the glories of aging gracefully...

Crucifix…An Art Piece.

citrus — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 00:28:44 +0000

The stone is from the Arizona White Mountains. The black crucifix is from my clay and my kiln…

One of my treasures. It all just came together.

Puff, the magic dragon…

citrus — Thu, 29 Sep 2011 22:28:46 +0000

Out shooting in the desert with my trusty IPhone this morning and came upon this dead cactus. Has definite prehistoric implications.

On Toilet Training Your Cat…

citrus — Sat, 23 Jul 2011 20:26:25 +0000

I’ve wondered about this for a long time. About 50 years ago we had a cat named Georgia who toilet trained herself – in our toilet, of course. We havent had a cat in decades, partially because none of them could possibly be as smart as Georgia. Now we have a new generation of possibilities.

Here is all the info you might need.

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