SAINT FRANK IN PARTIAL HIDING



IS IT ART?

It is said that one man's junk is another man's treasure.  But would you really want these "artworks" posing in your front yard?



The central figure appears to be some type of man clutching a rather large snake.

Next to him, staring at the confrontation, is a vicious-looking dog.

The white figure to the left seems to be an adult holding a younger person back protectively from . . . what?

It's not my kind of art but I'm sure it's a topic of conversation in the neighborhood.  Who knows?



RED RED ROSE



EVENS AND ODDS

I love our Mimosa tree.

I hate our Mimosa tree.

It's feathery foliage is beautiful, Oriental, soft.

But then it sheds and my driveway and sidewalk is full of this crap that I have to sweep up.

Yin and yang.

HAPPY LABOR DAY

One for the working man and woman.



JOHN AND IRIS

This post was prompted by one at Vinyl Stats written by an old pal, Frank.  He recently saw John Prine and Emmy Lou Harris in a concert and mentioned a song that the two dueted on.  I first heard it with Prine and Iris DeMent and since I'm a big fan of hers, that's the version I'll play here.



As I said I've long been a fan of Ms. DeMent with her unique voice.  I once emailed the producer of Austin City Limits saying I thought a show that paired her with Jimmie Dale Gilmore would be fun to see.  He agreed and thanked me for the suggestion but I don't know if they ever did it.

COMIDA

For non-Spanish speaking readers of this blog, "comida" is a main meal eaten in the afternoon.  That's what we had today at a restaurant I won't name for reasons you'll understand in time.

We shared a delicious salad.



We preceded that with a healthy martini for SWMBO and a healthy gin and tonic for me.

Then I had glazed pork belly with mashed sweet potatoes.



My companion said she didn't want to taste them but she did take a tiny bite.  She said they were fatty and greasy.

She zeroed in on a plate of fried oysters, remembering the ones we used to have at the beach in Mexico.  But, she said, unlike those and unlike the description on the menu that said they were crispy . . these were soft and greasy.  Hmmm, seems like greasy was a main complaint with her. 

At any rate she was disappointed and told the waiter.  So it goes in the world of dining out.  Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

By the way, comida is Spanish but the restaurant we were at was French.