It was so gorgeous today that I gave up on all the constructive things I had planned for the weekend (cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping), grabbed my camera and took a drive.
I ended up at the lake because I love, love, love the water. It’s so calming and soothing for me. I really shouldn’t be land-locked; it’s not good for me. Anyway. On the way to the lake, I passed six churches before I lost count. It reminded me that Wende hinted (but did not tell me, nope nope) that church was a really great place to meet people. It is – if you’re straight. If you’re
an abomination in the eyes of the Lord a lesbian, then it’s slightly more challenging. I was going to take pictures of each church, but it’s difficult to do at 65mph.
I gave up on documenting the number of unwelcoming* churches in my immediate area and concentrated on my driving. Which is good, because I got to the lake in one piece, where I immediately ripped my jeans on a guardrail.
The birds I caught in flight are too small to see in the thumbnail, but considering I didn’t have time to set up the shot, I thought they came out okay. So after that, I decided to go home.
I watched my mirrors carefully.
It was a nice day for motorcycles. And fire trucks. And graffiti.
When I got home, I saw a cat running away from my house. I have tiny holes (that shouldn’t be there) in my screen because the neighborhood strays come over and harass Telli. There used to be this one, who looked more like a dog than a cat, but I haven’t seen it around in a while. I think it’s in kitty heaven.
But now this tabby** is T’s new best friend.
The first picture is looking out my front door – the cat was on my deck. Talk about bold. And, of course, when I walked inside, TFC was there to greet me. Or trying to escape. Or trying to kick this tabby’s tail.