Here are some pictures of the sky looking ominous.
Here is a truck with one of everything on it.
Here are some excellent chicken and waffles from Mack and Dub’s Excellent Chicken and Waffles.
Here is some sweet, sweet New Aesthetic action for you.
As noted in the immediately preceding post, Hazel turned 34 on Friday. To celebrate, we went to The Farm, and then to some bars and then to someone’s back yard which involved a fire pit and champagne. It was pretty great.
Last night we went to The Kennedy School. We met a bunch of people in one of the bars, and stayed the night in a room there (which allowed us to avail ourselves of a salt-water bathing pool!) Staying there was really nice. In addition to the aforementioned pool, the room was really nice, and it was fun to have it as a bivouac. Here is an extremely pretentious picture of Hazel taken therein.
Here is a picture of us this morning, right before we checked out.
I’ve been sick for over a week. Hazel has been sick for almost as long. Last weekend I was barely functional, and I continue to be really exhausted. My lungs are full of gunk and I’m essentially not getting enough oxygen to think straight. An almost surreal state of affairs.
But things are improving. Today we went to the Leach Botanical Gardens, which Hazel thought to recall as we were engaged with being impressed by how nice it was out. Hopefully we’ll have a run of that sort of thing. I could really use it.
So we went to a charmingly goofy opening at Monograph. While we were there, availed ourselves of an old typewriter by the door. True to form, Hazel wrote something sweet, and I wrote something standoffish.
(standoff fish?)
Pictures from that cool little park at the end of Skidmore.
Here is Yoshi stepping on my face.
This appears to be graffiti of a yakking bird, over stencil of a raccoon head.
I’m not sure what exactly this sculpture that someone near Alberta had in their yard says about man’s inhumanity to man, but it’s certainly something.
I got a rather severe spider bite on my ass last week. Attributing the incident to pants that had been sitting in the back of the closet for some time, I took everything out and washed it. Unfortunately, there isn’t a conveniently-located dry cleaners, so my 1960s Brook’s Brothers suit is still sitting around for Yoshi to use to demonstrate his habit of sitting in the worst possible places.
