Zinnia gathering. Love.
It's this man's birthday.
He is 72 years old today and if you are as old as I am, he changed your life and your world whether you know it or not.
In fact, if you're younger than I am, he still changed your world and you probably have no idea.
Genderblending, masculinity-redefining, and now- age-defying.
Happy Birthday, Mick.
You ain't no Keith Richards but you sure are Mick Jagger and together, you and he inspired more dancing than probably anyone on earth. Which is a real good thing.
And those lips. Oh my god. Those lips.
Allison- for you.
Ants in the sugar.
I was looking at this picture on my phone and all of a sudden, one of the ants started moving.
Whoa! It was an ant on my phone. It's that bad.
If you click on this, you can see the incredibly intricate web of the banana spider, glowing in the setting sun.
I got to talk to my oldest friend today on the phone. We talked for at least an hour and a half and we discussed everything from chemo-therapy to radiation to grandchildren to husbands to how toilets are designed.
It was a serious/hysterical/pragmatic/ beautiful conversation.
And I talked to my Lis who is recovering from a setback she had when she tried to do two gigs last weekend.
"What are you doing for your birthday?" she asked.
"Talking to you on the phone," I said.
Sixty-One. What a stupid birthday. In your sixties but not old enough to qualify for Medicare.