I can't bring myself to start a conversation with egg, cow or pinky pal even though I dedicated hours of deep conversation with Mac's Eliza in the 80s trying to get her to say gag me with a spoon. Don't ask. I was eight.

That feeling when you scroll down to see 1.5 out of 5 difficulty on connections with one guess left.

The first Trillium of the year as the fawnlily fades. Nature's orchestration of colour till it settles into the golden heat of Summer.

This week has been a real spring rollercoaster of weather in the Valley. Makes you cherish every ray of sunshine. Until the summer where you wish for days like this.

Anyone else think immediately: Travels with Charlie?

Out in full force now!

Panoramas always make the scenery surreal. Like what is happening here.

Spring Vacation doesn't start till you eat pizza for breakfast and your dog frolics in glacier cold water that you wouldn't even dip your fingertips into.

Every bag of chocolate covered acai berries from Costco starts to sound like faith no more's "take this bottle" to me halfway thru the bag. Crinkle: take this bag away from me. And walk away... Crinkle: I can wait for love in heaven....

First fawnlily of the season.

Nunu. Puntledge River. Please just get my head in the shot. I've gained some weight in my elder years.

Photo from my collection, the back reads “Christmas 1969. Snowball trying to see what Mom put in the garbage.”

www.salon.com/2025/03/17/t... Snowcrash is the new 1984. Don't think I'm alone in thinking this comparison. #snowcrash #nealstephenson

With both of these guys neck in neck to the finish line, it makes me realise what good companions they have been to me thru all the shit that life has thrown. Cheers to the four legged ride or dies. Lol. Kinda hated myself there but it's true.

"Stay close to people that feel like sunlight" Xan Oku. Beautiful.

youtu.be/unSSHfIs3U0?... Profound speech. On the verge of tears but also everytime he said Putin, I laughed despite the gravity. Poutine... Poutine... Poutine.

Yes, I enjoyed dressing up my tiny dog in a horrid little elf suit. No shame anymore. Unsurprisingly the big dogs were not jealous. Merry Hohoho to all.

Midday food coma. Don't need to get rustled from bed to drive to another dinner. Just leave me behind. I'll take leftovers.

The conciliatory smile when wordle tells me Splendid! on a mediocre 4/6. Thanks. I tried. I appreciate it.

Decided to start labelling my jam with honesty.