This is what I’m making tonight –
Cinnamon Pecan Bread
(May be baked on regular, rapid, or delayed cycles)
Add ingredients in order:
It’s going to be goooood.
It’s looking like this is the camera I’ll be getting. (at the $284 price)
I want something nice to take piccies during time off and walkies, and I think this is up to the task (I hope!) Fortunately, I have rechargeable batteries already, due to the palm, so all I’ll end up getting extra is maybe a 64 meg compact flash card.
There’s a lot of photographers out here… anyone care to give me any warnings or advice before I dive into this decision? I think my research is pretty good, but who knows… perhaps I forgot something.
Camera will be my Christmas Prezzie to self, and a new Bicycle for my birthday… a nice combination, I think. I’m look forward to showing pictures of the pompano Cemetary, the strip mall of sin, the mall of the dead and Miss Cleo’s house off!
Quote of the day – Ireland is a land full of myth and wonder. And giant killer-robot factories.
Miss Cleo! looks like you’re in for it now, beebee. The link is a little backstory about here and telephone psychics in general from a local paper.
I never told you she was a local?
Pompano Beach mall (now mall of the dead) was the site of her first tv commercials. Since that old entry, all the bookstores have left, and Yvette is no longer at the pompano 18, which has run down, rapidly. The Goth / swingers club has folded, too.
Note to self, do a reprise of that area, and the strip mall of sin.
Well, it got officially cold enough last night for me to turn on the “heater-fan”… more for Newt than for me, but it was a welcome addition of warmth. I’m going to go for walkies in a few, but I think I’ll just wait for the sun to finish rising first. It may not seem that cold to you, but weather in the 30s in South Florida is quite a switch, considering it was in the mid 70s yesterday noon. It’s 40 now, and “feels like 33”.
By the time the sun comes out, it’ll be in the upper 50s, maybe mid 60s, which is just about perfect for me. Crisp walking weather.
elements of last night’s dream, convoluted:
watching my sweetheart do pencil and ink drawing, a lot of snow, spiderweb imagery, ocean imagery, an ancient graveyard. I woke up rather abruplty,so the steam of thought is gone.