The local spring carnival. Small and kinda horrendous, but so interesting to see all the people. Going about their lives, screaming on rides, children in packs, running crying to mom's open arms when the the ride operator says you're too short to go on, dancing...
Definitely thinking of Mr. Sha. The Gravitron. And Oreos.
Enjoyed catching this sight tonight. Venus super bright above the moon, with Jupiter just below to the left. A lousy picture, too many lights here, but there they are.
I picked up this collapsible mesh laundry basket last weekend in Logan, at Bed Bath and Beyond. Working out nicely for hotel laundromat living. Light and portable, has carrying handles and a large pocket on the side. Collapses nice and neat.
Beautiful building, great decor, good food. So nice to have this new breakfast place in town. Logan, UT.
Ghost Talk Ghost Walk was great, a guided walk in the dark looking for ghosts in haunted houses and hearing all the spooky stories. I'm linking someone else's review here, as we had the same tour guide, Wimpy Jan.
Hampton Lillibridge House. Of Jim Williams fame. Exorcism!
I thought I had some creepy phenomenon going on with this pic, but it seems my phone case casts a pink reflection when the flash goes off at night.
Haunted Orphanage. And a close up of the upper window, are those eyes looking out?!
Forsyth Park. Beautiful place.
Mercer House of Jim Williams fame. The historic district has so many old houses that have been restored.
Street view
Button Gwinnett! In Colonial Park Cemetery. And it's haunted.
I do my all ironing on the weekend, to minimize the morning work day stress. I rarely iron in my 'real life', and find it frustrating as I often end up steaming in huge creases and doubling the work. It does remind me of this Murakami passage. My room still smells of hot cotton.
"Whenever things get in a muddle, I always iron shirts. A habit of long standing with me.
I divide the shirt-ironing process into twelve steps total: from collar to left sleeve. Absolutely no deviation from that order. One by one, I count off the steps. The ironing doesn't go right if I don't.
So there I am, ironing my third shirt, enjoying the hiss of the steam iron and the distinctive smell of hot cotton, checking for wrinkles before hanging up each shirt in the wardrobe. I switch off the iron and put it away in the closet with the ironing board."
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles
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There is one receptionist here at the hotel that I think is quite good. She is professional, friendly. Even when the power went out last week, she was working by flashlight at the front desk, fielding irritated customers inquiries, with a kind smile for everyone. She reminds me of a character from my favorite Murakami book, and she's Asian.
"There was something about her expression I responded to, some embodiment of hotel spirit."
Dance, Dance, Dance
Nice little local cafe, very close to my hotel. Good music too.
A hasty exterior shot in the rain...
Double macchiato. The barista clarified my order (i.e., not the Starbucks milky sweet thing). Nice.
View from the comfy corner, couch and soft chairs.
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