Today I am gone all day, attending the funeral of my good friend’s father. Tomorrow would have been my (deceased) mother’s 70th birthday, so I’m sure the next couple of days is going to be a regular dance party around here. Wheeee! Aren't you so glad I volunteered to do 365 days of posts?
The only thing I can think of to write about today that doesn't directly involve dead people is this photo I snapped while on vacation in California. It is a lovely scene, I’m sure you can agree, and I think the sky looks especially cool. The only real question is—why, in the window, do they have a sign advertising that they have the ‘Largest Selection of Magazines in Monterey County!”? Shouldn’t they really be drawing attention to their large selection of booze? I can’t imagine that having a ton of magazines makes them that much money. Or, is there something about a large magazine selection that I don’t know, like it’s really a front for the mafia? Why would they want a bunch of drunks in there reading the magazines?
Quick! Someone say something funny! I fear we are going to veer off into the dark and morbid sometime very soon. Oh, and to top it off, my birthday is coming up on Saturday. It's a big one, and I am trying to stay positive.