40. bye bye suburban house
June 8, 2012, 11:00 am
Filed under: Lists
This is the house I half-grew up in, middle school onward. My parents plan to move out soon. And so, I took some pictures in and around our suburban oasis.
Dad refused to remove this teenage punk scrawl. Our house has said HEY SHAWN since 1991.
Speaking of Dad, here he is.
Oh, there he is again – view from the upstairs bathroom window. They’re building a mansion oasis across the street.
1991 again, a list from my diary. Didn’t remember I had grandma writing at so fresh an age. I was gonna treat Mom real nice. Like the “hot rolls” part.
Cooking school books. This is the technique behind a hearty Sweeney dinner. You want lamb? We got it. Gravy. Uh-hah, we got it. PIE CRUST! Yeah, we got it. Thanks, McCalls.
How ’bout this early eighties hoodie? I love that hoodie.
More of the color yellow in this original oil painting. Mom describes this as “that starving artist art we bought when we couldn’t afford anything.” Note it’s hung in the garage, the only place Mom will allow.
I know there will be more of these at the new place in SC, but I’m beholding the glory of the TX tomaTOES in the back garden of our suburban oasis.
39. Quotes du jour
June 7, 2012, 3:11 pm
Filed under: Everyday
Double entendre for the morning: “Wanna screw?” – on the t-shirt of the contractor who works near my office building.
Thought crossing mind while walking down B’way between Howard and Grand: “I have no idea what I’m doing writing amateur writings, but that’s okay, I will do it anyway. Practice.”
Mom’s words at 7:46 a.m. after I returned her 7:38 call: “My phone must have done that on its own.”