Old things are new again
Old things are new again: I used to live not far from here, and my favorite sushi place is still open.
Old things are new again: I used to live not far from here, and my favorite sushi place is still open.
Our weekend drives up in the hills, with some lovely views of Purgatory, and a bubble wand.
The view from Purgatory, now that summer has turned everything brown.
With views like ours, sometimes we see the smoke of fires down in the valley.
New signs from Amazon replace the little fire extinguisher plaque on the hydrant door that bugged me every day.
A ride past the stables turns into an amusing encounter with a cat and a deer in the barn.
Our less sensible but oh-so-fun daily drivers, from my scooter to the Aprilia Futura.
Barbie the F150, the mini-truck and the other utility vehicles that get taken care of here.
The race cars that get worked on in the garage, and why the garage mattered more than the house.
