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States of "shun"...
Jan. 24th, 2013 12:17 pmSo I went for a walk yesterda morning, after Natalie left for work. Her neighborhood has a lot of character. Most of the houses are bungalow-sized on fairly small lots. All of the houses are different and exhibit, to one extent or another, the owner's individuality. This is often most visible in the landscaping (or lack thereof) of the front yard.
I saw a number of yards designed to be low-maintenance and not in need of constant watering. One house had a rather impressive cacus plant in the yard.
Walking in the direction of downtown, I ambled toward the middle school, which presented a rather ordinary facade to College Avenue, but exhibited a bit of spirit—a lot of angled projections that, at one time long ago, were doubtless the height of architectural coolness—as I walked past.
I ate lunch at the Russian River Brewing Co., where I verified that at least two of the local customers had no idea how or why "Russian" ended up in either the name of the establishment or in the name of the river that flows through town (FWIW, the area had been explored/settled in the first half of the 19th century by Russian traders, who established Fort Ross, among other accomplishments).
The menu of available beverages was an impressive collection of "shuns," as in:
I found the "Rejection" quite good.
Dinner last night celebrated Natalie's birthday, and it took place at Mary's, a pizza place downtown. The fare was quite good, and I got to meet a number of people that Natalie mentions from time to time when we speak to her.
Cheers...
I saw a number of yards designed to be low-maintenance and not in need of constant watering. One house had a rather impressive cacus plant in the yard.
Walking in the direction of downtown, I ambled toward the middle school, which presented a rather ordinary facade to College Avenue, but exhibited a bit of spirit—a lot of angled projections that, at one time long ago, were doubtless the height of architectural coolness—as I walked past.
I ate lunch at the Russian River Brewing Co., where I verified that at least two of the local customers had no idea how or why "Russian" ended up in either the name of the establishment or in the name of the river that flows through town (FWIW, the area had been explored/settled in the first half of the 19th century by Russian traders, who established Fort Ross, among other accomplishments).
The menu of available beverages was an impressive collection of "shuns," as in:
I found the "Rejection" quite good.
Dinner last night celebrated Natalie's birthday, and it took place at Mary's, a pizza place downtown. The fare was quite good, and I got to meet a number of people that Natalie mentions from time to time when we speak to her.
Cheers...
