and here I stumble in my thoughts because I don't know what the hell that is except that is is a large representation of a human, and quite possibly Johnny Appleseed. I don't know if it's what we'd call a statue or just, well, something. And I don't know who made it or why but anyway, I took a picture.
Here's what it looks like from across the road:
Can you see him there in the middle of the picture? He's rather huge-ish.
Here he is close up:
I'd always thought he was holding a cup of coffee and a doughnut but I've come to think that yes, it is a coffee cup but what I thought was a doughnut (which would make sense) is actually an apple. Mr. Moon says it is a doughnut. I think it's Johnny Appleseed whether he's holding an apple or not. It needs fresh paint and there is no denying that.
So yeah. That's one of the biggest landmarks in Lloyd. Are you impressed?
I thought you would be.
I spent nineteen minutes and twenty-six seconds of my day watching what for me is more satisfying by far than porn and actually, is porn for me if you define porn as something which gets you excited. It doesn't have to mean sexually excited, does it? Okay, to be honest, sex was not entirely out of the picture but for those of you younger than I am by a good many years, that will be hard to understand and may even have a tinge (or more) of the ick factor and I understand but wait until you get old. What I watched was a thing that Australian Sixty Minutes did (I didn't even know there WAS an Australian Sixty Minutes, did you?) on the Rolling Stones and here's the link for the possibly ONE of you who might want to go and see it. I wanted to embed it but that ain't happening due to circumstances beyond my control. The Stones are going to tour Australia next year and at least one Australian (the guy who did the interview) is very, very excited at the prospect. It reminded me of the part in Keith's book about the time he spent a week or so with a woman in Australia who had access to very good pharmaceutical cocaine and how he stayed with her baby boy (hey- it was the old days!) while she went to work and changed his little nappies. The then-baby probably has kids of his own now. I wondered if the mom ever told the kid, and if so- will he go and see his famous babysitter when he's in Australia?
Ah, the places the mind will go.
Anyway, it was a good piece and Charlie Watts even spoke some, possibly the most reticent man in rock and roll. It would appear that he has his share of dark days, that one and it made me sad to think of that.
And...in earth-shaking news here, Gibson got his first haircut today. His hair has grown quite slowly and into a mullet, thus preventing the need to get it cut in order to free his eyes. Business in the front, party in the back, that's been Gibson's style, but today Lily took him to see Melissa, our favorite hair-cutter, and she tidied him all up. Here's a picture Lily sent me.
He was a good boy, I hear, and didn't put up a fuss. And that is exactly how I would have predicted the event would go. I'll see him tomorrow and take more pictures.
So that's been my day and it's been a good one, despite being a pain day and having a sort of quick-release valve effect going on with my tear-ducts. Ah well. Tomorrow will probably be different.
One more thing- Sweet Jo- where did you go?
I wish you would check in. I worry, you know.
We are all family here, in some strange and beautiful way and as such, I care. I worry if regular posters let a day go by in silence, I worry if irregular posters are silent for too long, I worry if regular commenters become absent.
My mother frequently said to me, "Mary, you've always been a worrier."