Reflecting Light

I remain ambiguous about Gilmore Girls. There were things I loved and things I disliked, things that annoyed me. But it did give me this song. And I remain grateful for that.

Better Rug Pic

Okay. No pause stuff on the screen distracting from the other stuff. Plus no subtitles. Here we have a far better capture of the rug in Logan's (Rory's BF) apartment. Which has been paid up for another year. As you can see, it is most certainly not a doppelganger for my rug that is now out on the sittooterie. This rug is merely reminiscent of my rug. It is similarly colored. And in motion could perhaps pass for my rug. But no. It is not. Once again, two out of three ain't bad.

This Has Happened Before

Once again my exquisite taste in decorating has appeared on a screen. Here we have a rug that appears in Rory's boyfriend's apartment on Season 6, Episode 14 of Gilmore Girls, entitled You've Been Gilmored.

 My apologies for the terrible resolution. Actually, the terrible photo overall. Which was all I could manage with Netflix paused. The lower left hand corner of the TV screen shows an area rug. Enough of it that I can comfortably ascertain that it is the same rug that was in the sitting room in my house in Colorado.

Okay. Not identical. But verrrrrrry close. Very close indeed. Swirls outlined in black. Large swaths of red, beige, cream, and brown. Maybe I didn't quite nail it this time. But I did here. And here. As we all know, Meat Loaf said it best when he declared in song that two out of three ain't bad. That's good enough for me.

Balance

 

Beware The Ides

 

Happy Pi(e) Day!

We are kicking off Pi(e) Day with a quiche. Sage sausage, Gruyere cheese, carmelized onion, and mushrooms in a luscious, savory egg and cream custard. I think it's a pizza night. Maybe a movie. Mystic Pizza, anyone?  

First Anniversary

One year ago this evening I arrived at my new home. It was dark. It was raining. Fortunately, my studious porings over of the map prior to getting here got me where I was going. I was thrown a bit by unexpected one-way streets that ran me around in a circle. But all in all, things worked out nicely. Once through the four locks on the front entrance I opened the garage door and parked inside. Unloading in the pouring rain is no fun at all. Bringing only the essentials into the house, I managed to put up a shower curtain so I could clean off the road dust. Turning up the thermostat to a more liveable temp was in order as was the inflating of the air bed. After spending the better part of two days in my car I was pooped and proceeded to sleep for fourteen hours. It was a good first night's sleep. I like it here. Think I'll stay awhile.

Edgar's Long Lost Brother

 Y'all know and love Edgar. My satyr angel fella that lives out in the back garden. He's been with me for over twenty years. After falling into serious adoration with him at a garden store in the suburbs of Minneapolis in 2001, I paid the ransom and brought him home with me to South Dakota. This is his current spot guarding a corner of the garden shed here in Washington. 

Here we find Edgar with a bit of snowfall in the back garden in Colorado. He looks so handsome in profile.

Oops. That's Poe in the corner of the pot.

Ah, yes. Edgar is being a very good sport over the fact that he is sporting bunny ears. I hope he has forgiven me. This is the back garden in South Dakota.

This is another fellow entirely. The younger son sent me this photo. Thinking I might enjoy it because this guy, who is referred to as the Cargoyle, due to his resemblance to Edgar. He isn't called the Cargoyle due to his resemblance to Edgar, but because he is riding in a car. Just thought I'd make that clear. All I know is, I'm delighted that there are others who share my taste in garden statues. It gives me hope for the world.

Truth Path, Anyone?

 

Attagirl!

It is March. I have not purchased clothing for myself. Yay me on my 2024 resolution. Sixty days and counting!