Joining the Bourgeois Class
So, I bought a house yesterday. Strange feeling. On the one hand, I feel really good about it, because it seems like a very grown up thing to do and I also never thought I would own a place in Philadelphia. On the other hand, it scares the hell out of me because I don't know a thing about water heaters or winterizing your home or putting sealant of the roof or caulking, for God's sake. But I'm sure I'll figure it out. I couldn't ask for a smoother, easier process and the previous owners were so totally cool and giving--left behind these great decorations and many other things that will make the move much easier. I'm not taking my crappy sofa or my crappy chairs. I'd love to also get rid of the coffee table and the TV stand and the kitchen table, but I'll wait a little bit more on that.
Okay, so here are some pictures from our trip to Chinoteague/Assateague Island last week. Prepare for ponies. For instance, there is a pony in here somewhere. Can you find him?
And now find the kitty...This cat was at the bed and breakfast. He is shy. He is called Fraidy Cat.
The woman who wrote the children's book, Misty of Chinoteague, wrote it at the b&b we stayed at. I believe this is a statue of Misty or one of the other horses.
Part II.
No frills on vacation, no make-up, no hair mousse and yet we are still beautiful.
We took a walk to the marshes the first day, and were duly warned by the Pony Chairman not to touch or pet or feed apples or even look for too long at the wild ponies.
Bird in flight.
Little sandpipers who sometime stand on one leg and freak you out, worrying that the bird is lame.
First horse spotting.
And closer up.
And closer still. This one would definitely upset the Pony Chairman.
You can pet this black cat from the b&b. He is called one-eye for reasons that will become more obvious.
See. She has one gimpy eye. She was nice though, but had a weird way of laying her ears back when you pet her.
The seagulls in Virginia are huge.
Manny on the beach liking to be bare foot.
On the boat. It was freezing.
The lighthouse. These pictures may be out of order.
A bird.
Ponies ahead.
They all sort of look the same.
You can buy them when they are foals.
Pony drinking sewage salt water.
We almost made it to sunset.
Note picturesque birds in the water.
Our captain, Spider Kelly.
You can't really see this, but here's the high school in Chinoteague, where the mascot is...Ponies.
And a grave stone with ponies on it.
And a vanity plate.
And ducks. Very loud ducks.
The ones who stayed inland were not in danger of being shot during duck hunting season, which I believe was going on while we were there?
Cotton. Manny picked a bunch of it and then stuck it in his ears when the ducks got too raucous.
View of the scaredy cat from the porch above.
I was too frightened to get on, imagined us both hurtling off the side.
Manny was not.
Scottie dog.
And his friends, the terriers.
Dogs make it hard to simplify.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled photographs. Mary, Jesus, and a Jack-o-Lantern.
Spooky window.
With cat detail.
Witch door? Who's on first?
Stacked Jacks.
That's it for now. Will be moving in two days. Don't feel sad about it.
Okay, so here are some pictures from our trip to Chinoteague/Assateague Island last week. Prepare for ponies. For instance, there is a pony in here somewhere. Can you find him?
And now find the kitty...This cat was at the bed and breakfast. He is shy. He is called Fraidy Cat.
The woman who wrote the children's book, Misty of Chinoteague, wrote it at the b&b we stayed at. I believe this is a statue of Misty or one of the other horses.
Part II.
No frills on vacation, no make-up, no hair mousse and yet we are still beautiful.
We took a walk to the marshes the first day, and were duly warned by the Pony Chairman not to touch or pet or feed apples or even look for too long at the wild ponies.
Bird in flight.
Little sandpipers who sometime stand on one leg and freak you out, worrying that the bird is lame.
First horse spotting.
And closer up.
And closer still. This one would definitely upset the Pony Chairman.
You can pet this black cat from the b&b. He is called one-eye for reasons that will become more obvious.
See. She has one gimpy eye. She was nice though, but had a weird way of laying her ears back when you pet her.
The seagulls in Virginia are huge.
Manny on the beach liking to be bare foot.
On the boat. It was freezing.
The lighthouse. These pictures may be out of order.
A bird.
Ponies ahead.
They all sort of look the same.
You can buy them when they are foals.
Pony drinking sewage salt water.
We almost made it to sunset.
Note picturesque birds in the water.
Our captain, Spider Kelly.
You can't really see this, but here's the high school in Chinoteague, where the mascot is...Ponies.
And a grave stone with ponies on it.
And a vanity plate.
And ducks. Very loud ducks.
The ones who stayed inland were not in danger of being shot during duck hunting season, which I believe was going on while we were there?
Cotton. Manny picked a bunch of it and then stuck it in his ears when the ducks got too raucous.
View of the scaredy cat from the porch above.
I was too frightened to get on, imagined us both hurtling off the side.
Manny was not.
Scottie dog.
And his friends, the terriers.
Dogs make it hard to simplify.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled photographs. Mary, Jesus, and a Jack-o-Lantern.
Spooky window.
With cat detail.
Witch door? Who's on first?
Stacked Jacks.
That's it for now. Will be moving in two days. Don't feel sad about it.
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~celia