Round & Round (2)

Once again were back with yet another scintillatingly original (for a change of pace) post on one of the many blogs that make up my empire. So, without further adieu or adios or goodbyes or talk you later for I have to book, we muddle through the early middle.

My lovely daughter Jenelle posing with her thingmabob on the swinging bench in the front yard.

Another shot of her with her thingambob on the front bench, simply because I wanted to make sure that just in case I goofed up the previous shot, I would have a back up shot to take the place of the goofed up shot.

This was taken during our local Memorial Day parade. The building that this wonderful old relic is actually a restored firehouse. The sidewalk that you see was put together one by one, and paid for with our hard earned and seriously wasted tax dollars from about four or five years ago.

I decided that I needed another good short of my finger that day, and the firehouse and fire truck was the perfect background for my finger. It's a little fuzzy, but you can see that my fingernail is a pretty healthy specimen and the finger itself has quite a bit of muscle tone to it.

Not a freakin' clue as to why I took this shot. It's a house that I pass by every day on my morning commute to work and every weekend on my walks to the center of town. Beyond that, a no vacancy sign currently hangs in the spot of my memory cells for this photo.

Now here's a picture that I can actually talk about. This is Holly in one of her favorite resting/sleeping/vegging out spots in the house: the front window. It has a perfect view of the front yard, a perfect view of the birds, and the sun comes blazing in throughout most of the day so that she can do her best imitation of Hobbes. I was able to sneak up on her and take this shot because hey, that's what I do best.

This shot was taken on a Sunday when I decided to really stretch my legs and walk in a such a big fat circle that the top circle touched at our local Catholic church that sits directly across West Meadow Cemetery. The church itself is about a good one and a half miles from my house and with the route I took that day, this was about at the three mile mark of my walk. The route itself? I walked next to the mountain all the way to the Hartford Regional Center, walked down the road until got to the road featured in this post, then walked up Market Square (soon to be feature next year in a post about the Waterfall festival), then to CVS for a bottle of water, then continued in a zig-zag pattern until I got to here.

The caption on the statue is from Isaiah 49:15 and it reads, "Can a mother forget her infant, be without tenderness for the child of her womb? Even should she forget, I will never forget you."