Into the Ocean

just another cat update

2012---- I'll be excited to meet my first 2 grandchildren. First one arrives in late January and second arrives in May! Now I hate to be greedy and all but...I'm wishing for a nice extremely compatible mate to call my husband too. Is that really to much to ask for in one year?

My children are 13 years apart and both soon to be parents. I know they will both do well and will make changes where I have made mistakes. Here they are fishing in Alberta which does not compare to fishing here in B.C.

Go to Sleep

Michael Sagadore Memorial

sad when a family looses someone so dear to them all. This was Micheal's mom's hummel bought overseas and was passed on to me after her death. It plays a sweet lullaby, "Go to Sleep". I pulled that string and played it for Mike and his mama too.

 

 

Long winters

Magic at night in an empty playing field

Logs resting in peace

no one on the bench but my eyes

Notorious Marocchi Brothers

December 17th

Tree up
knocked over 
Tree up again
knocked over
Tree put away
I feel I"m way ahead this Christmas, like it's all put away before it even happened.

Della

Della Falls


Suitable for intermediate level hikers. It ranks 16th in the world in terms of vertical drop.
Joe Drinkwater discovered Della Falls and named them after his wife.

I cracked open a can of tuna with a bagel and was showered by mist as I ate lunch. Spectacular!

Pretty good for six gals that were told to turn back by two beat men who said they had been pounded by the rain for three days and there was so much fog they never could see the falls. Funny, for all the times I've been told no you can't, not a good idea, that will never work, etc. imagine all the things I'd never get to see or experience. Thank you Joe Drinkwater.

Light bulb moment

Why do I always feel I'm missing something?

Tweet

Twitter is the new National Enquirer, right from the horses mouth.

I'm still trying to figure out the street signs in this town and always feel a little confused.

Pretty Things in windows

December the 4th,outside waiting for the Polar Bear Express Parade. Dam cold.

Let the games begin

Checking what's under the hood of a android....

That's my mom in the window on the top floor.
This house sits in the Black Forest.
I was born in Germany.
I am a true Canuckistonian,
tangled up with an American.

Canadian Made

60% of the internet is Cats

If I needed a logo this would be it with a Capital C

My Rectangle

Is this my screen to my new rectangle devise? Sure looks like it. Na, that's just for kids right?

Upside down

But on the flip slide I'm told that everyone is benefiting enormously. Well he didn't say the word enormously but I know he believes in all his theory's and has crunched the numbers. Let me tell you a short condensed story of two brothers. I once cared for them. They were both well into their 80's. I'll tell you their names because I remember them both to this day. I remember Stan coming out of his girlfriends room with his hair on sideways. I remember the crazy mumbles coming out of both of them. Stan and George Silke. One was just as odd as the other and nothing the same. George seemed to be more at ease with life that his brother Stan. He kept to his room with boxed up stuff and papers and things that you couldn't really give away except to family with some sort of connection to the "stuff." Stanley well, Stan was consumed with income tax all year round. You could see him escalating when taxes were due. Both the brothers rooms we lined with receipts,papers, envelops, floor bed ,desk ,chairs, everything was covered .Sleepless nights for both brothers, night after night. Stan and George both ringing for more medication even Stan's girlfriend Anne next door never could wear him out, put him out of his misery just for one good hard night of sleep. Stan was 87, Anne was 56 an ex prostitute that ended up in the same nursing home, not coping well on the outside. She'd lay on her bed and come for meals and sleep with Stan and Stan took care of her problems with money. Anne rang constantly for inhalers because she abused them and they couldn't be left with her. Her dose was 3 hits but she always would insist she never got the last hit and take another. Then out for a butt. George Silke made his money in restate and Stan married a rich old lady with a lot of loot. Mrs. Stovol lived up on the bluff with a long driveway with beautiful gates to the entrance.I don't think they ever married but they were involved with each other deeply in love I heard. When Mrs. Stovol passed away, Stan moved into the nursing home and the house on the bluff was empty for years till it became a high price rental. I once went to a party there. My memory is vague but I do remember somewhat of a drunken tour into the downstairs where there was service quarters and a nasty animal kennel where Doberman pitchers where housed. I remember an elevator, I remember drugs, and later when I went to work and ran into old Stan Silke I thought to myself , man there's some shit going down at the house but those days for Stan are over. Stan passed years ago now. Soon after his brother George. They were sick about their money till the day they died. Neither had any kids to leave their estates too. So sad. So uptight all those years about paying taxes. Both brothers had thousands and thousands of dollars that it appeared to drive both over the edged and they both suffered from different forms of mental illness . I hope someone stuffed the pockets of their old tattered suits when they were laid to rest with hundred dollar bills. As much as those pockets would hold. Give them comfort and peace and to soften the blow of gathering up all that money to see it just simply go.

Licensed

Apparently I'm just a passenger on this ride. I wish I would of known that. I would of rolled down the window and suck it all up and laughed till I cried. I'll have to crank up the music to drown out the awkward silence of his pride. Let it ride , let it roll, let it go. Off to the store I go.

I really want to be standing at a train station waiting to go somewhere

preferably somewhere near Alabama, Michigan or North Carolina

Laura M

Oh my

Here's a picture of my boyfriend.

a break after the storm, outside for air

Nice to get outside and smell the pines. Someone has already bottled that smell otherwise I would of. Week 4 of abandonment. My world is still pretty in spite of all the dysfunction.

Moonshine in the Making

Wish one of my friends would take me in and give me codeine

11 11 11

Whether our lives and our deaths were for peace and a new hope, or for nothing, we cannot say.....We leave you are deaths. Give them their meaning. We were young.We have died. Remember us.

The hell with Rock and Roll, it was always too loud for me.

The Highlight of Seattle the Emerald City, Ryan Adams is a gem.

Post Alley Seattle , Call me sick but , I loved it.

Seattle at Night in the alleys smoking ..