How to Bury Your Head in the Sand

#NaBloPoMo Day 27, Cee’s Oddball Challenge

Ignore the Nagging Question, “Why Bury Your Head in the Sand!”

At first, I couldn’t believe my eyes, she actually dug a hole and thrust her head inside and stayed there.

Her mom said, “Oh, she does this ALL the time!”

OK, but isn’t that unhealthy. I’ve heard of not breathing bad air, but bad sand?

But the reality is…

Avial Beach beckoned
Avial Beach beckoned

Kalev was disturbed by the digging.

“She looks like me, Dad. I don’t want sand in my nose! Do I HAVE to do that, too?”

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Nonetheless, the digging continued.

Hard at work
Hard at work

Sandy Nose did not seem to mind that I took her picture.

The disturbing task finished.
The disturbing task finished.

It must smell fishy, clammy, or something delicious.

Did you catch that?
Did you catch that? Should I take a bow?

Yep, she really did it, and she wanted to know that we were watching her.

The final pose
The final pose

Sandy Nose looked at me for one final pose before she moved on to her next antic.

Dogs may be off leash at Avila Beach before 10:00 am and after 5:00 pm daily.

To make these pictures and my two short video clips into a video I used iMovie and Free Music Archive.

My friend Darlene and I walked the main street in Sedona this morning on our girl’s week out vacation. OH NO!

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How to Recognize the Doors Best Left Shut!

#NaBloPoMo Day 8 Girl’s Weekend Out #2

First Off, Signs Help!

Week 45: Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Entrances or Doors

"Let's go down to the beach, girls"
“Let’s go down to the beach, girls”

I say “girl’s” rather loosely since last month I parked my car, and the attendant gave me a senior discount without asking. Yesterday was my official Medicare birthday. My health is now your business. 🙂 That’s the new door in my life.

Is it my age?
Is it my age?

We booked a home run-down beach cottage at the Tides Motel just a few steps from Pismo Beach. I should have taken pictures of the cottage doors, both front and rear. You could see out of them when they were closed, and they did not have windows!

One morning, two of us headed down to take a look at our beachfront property. Oops! The door was shut and padlocked. A clue?

Had someone SEEN us in bathing suits? Yikes!

The other side of the entrance.
The other side of the entrance.

It was like a horror film, or a bad dream, where you walk through the door into thin air. Only on the other side of this locked door were thin, rusted, metal stairs. We were glad there was NO access there when we saw the underpinnings of the path down to the beach. 🙂

What horrible entrances have you avoided? Unfortunately, you can’t avoid the entrance into Old Age, unless you don’t make it that far. So I prefer to think of it as Opportunity Age. 🙂

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CFFC runs weekly challenge starting every Tuesday.
CFFC runs weekly challenge starting every Tuesday.

 

 

 

How to Window Shop Like an Expert

#NaBloPoMo Day 6

First, you have to look at the windows!

Look what you can't bring shopping with you in Pismo Beach.
Look what you can’t bring shopping with you in Pismo Beach.

And don’t bring your pets! For that matter, you never know what animals you are going to find in downtown Pismo Beach.

Right on Beach Main Street, USA
Right on Beach Main Street, USA

No wonder they need signs like the first one. Who knows what was here in this empty lot the week before we had our girl’s weekend out. 🙂

oops! In the window, no less!
oops! In the window, no less! How embarrassing!

These other guys and dolls get an F in empathy, concern, helpfulness. They are clearly not Good Samaritans.

And none of her so-called friends even offered her a hand up! :(
And none of her so-called friends even offered her a hand up! 😦

So what kind of window shopping have you been up to recently?

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Oddball with a Twist of the Old West

Woodlake is a rodeo town. We have a rodeo parade on Mother’s Day. That’s how western we are. Forget the apple pie. And that’s no bull! (pun intended)

Just writing a caption for this is odd.
Just writing a caption for this is odd.

So I’ll let you try to write your captions in the comment box. Is he really going to rope this bull? The bull almost looks like it wants to help him with the chore.

Sharp shootin' sheriff
Sharp shootin’ Sam

Sam doesn’t look too dangerous here, but I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him.  He doesn’t look like a man who’s afraid of his own shadow.

Stylin' rodeo horse
Stylin’ rodeo horse “Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful.”

This pretty filly had her hair styled especially for the Woodlake Rodeo Parade.

Have jail will travel
Have jail will travel

Not every business totes their own jail, but this one did.

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How to Make Sense of Art

WAIT, this is Cee’s Oddball Challenge.

“How dare you? Art is art. It’s not oddball!”

“Are you talking to me, Radio Man?”

"I make as much sense as that dog of yours."
“I make as much sense as that dog of yours.”

It was a beautiful September day outside in San Jose, though a little warm. I had a few hours to kill before Leanne Cole’s plane came in from Australia. We planned to meet up at Starbucks. I was so excited to finally meet her in person.

I stayed at the Hilton next to the McEnery Convention Center in downtown San Jose. It was less than a half mile so I walked to the Tech Museum of Innovation. but it was closed for remodeling.

Dang! It was closed for remodeling. Sounds like my house.

This old architecture does not fit what's inside. Very oddball!
This beautiful old architecture does not fit what’s inside. Very oddball!

Almost across the street near  the San Jose State University campus on 110 S. Market Street sat the San Jose Museum of Art. It cost $8.00 admission for a senior, which I thought was pretty expensive, but I love museums, so I paid and walked in.

This was weirder than the blue wall in New York that was considered art.
This was weirder than the blue wall in New York that was considered art. This guy is scratching his head, too. Very ODDBALL!

I walked over to Radio Man’s glass case and stared at him trying to convince myself that this was really an art museum. I had just passed the blue room, which was just a room with a room-sized box lit with a blue light. hmmm.

“First of all, art does not HAVE to make sense,” Radio Man instructed me.

“You just don’t want to analyze how beautiful and artistic I am. You’re a lazy aficionado,” he continued.

I looked down and shuffled my feet. I wanted to turn away, but Mom always taught me to compliment people – no matter what. I stood there staring at his shoes and duck beak hands.

“OK, ok! You are shiny. I’ll give you that!”

“I had braces as a child.”

“You need to try Invisalign. Your bite is off.”

“What do you know? Most people like my smile.”

“Looks more like a grit to me.”

“A grit? It’s a smile. Don’t I have pretty eyelashes?”

I am not usually mean to robots. What’s the use? I moved on, nodding that I liked its eyelashes.

I walked around the San Jose Museum of Art looking for something artistic. Radio Man beckoned me back.

“Did you see my dog?”

Radio man's dog.
Radio man’s dog.

I had to admit it was pretty cute. Or maybe I was just getting used to art.

Not as cute as Puppy Girl on a bad hair day, though.

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