Happy Valentine's Day ... and it's the Daytona 500 in a couple of hours! Whooeee!

The Sign Wizards provided the perfect photo opportunity for my Valentine's Day post.

Sunset beside Jim Fisher Volvo?

I took this photo facing east. Honest. Facing east. Yet you see what appears to be a bit of a beautiful sunset there to the right of Jim Fisher Volvo on the south side of West Burnside. This was yesterday evening when Kay and I took our walk after watching the Daytona 500.

Our Daytona 500 Spread and a Pleasant Window

Thanks to everyone for sharing in our joy that Mama and Duncan are home.

Here's our race-day food, which Lamont called a "white trash party in the Northwest Hills," with humor and respect, not putting us down one bit. We all got a laugh out of his observation. Left to right, front row, there's salsa and cashews; second row, BBQ-sauced beef cocktail sausages wrapped in wheat bread (Kay put mustard and pickle relish on hers); third row, sliced cheddar cheese, sliced cacio de roma (sheep's cheese), sliced granny smith and golden delicious apples; fourth row, white zinfandel, Mission tortilla chips and a great big bowl of fresh fruit. We enjoyed ourselves.


About the race itself, our guys didn't win, but the two guys we didn't want to win didn't win, either. Confused? Dale Earnhardt Jr., one of our guys (mine and Kay's), came in 9th; Jeff Gordon (Kay's guy and he's OK with me, too, now that he's a daddy) came in 39th. But, most important is that fact that neither Tony Stewart nor Kyle Busch won. Yea, Ryan Newman!

By the way, I was a bit uptight with 35 laps to go and poured myself a second glass of wine. Relaxed me right nice--I only hollered a little bit.

Afterwards, Kay and I went for a walk, visiting the two thrift stores within six blocks. I got this neat photo of a lovely window in a nearby house that has been converted into apartments.

A picture is worth a thousand words

Duncan and Mama, together again, the evening of February 16, 2007. I took the photo, of course, and Kay is on the couch across from the recliner. We're stocked up on groceries for the week and party food for tomorrow's Daytona 500. Our bottoms will be glued to our chairs in front of the TV for hours and hours. Can't wait!

Immortal--I like that word in relation to music, among other things.

I've enjoyed looking at this since right after we moved here in June, 2006. It's on SE Belmont, across from the Walgreen's that's on the corner of SE 39th and Belmont. One of these days I'll get a night shot of it in all its neon splendor. According to several reviews I found online, the store and its staff are splendiferous themselves--it appears they sell vintage and restored pianos.

I took this photo from the 15 bus on Sunday when Duncan and I were on our way to visit Mama. Now that she's coming home tomorrow, we won't have to do that any more. Hooray! And hooray, Duncan continues to improve. The vet is pleased with his progress which I hope and pray continues tomorrow, too. The plan is for me to bring him home on Saturday. Also, our friend Kay flies in on Saturday afternoon. That means we three--and Duncan--can watch the Daytona 500 NASCAR race together on Sunday, something we've enjoyed in the past, down home in Mississippi. By the way, Junior won the first Gatorade Duel, a 150-mile sort of pre-race that sets the field of starters for the race. That means he starts in 3rd place on Sunday. Hooray!