Solitary #2 Hour 102 of 120. – life in the old lane

Waiting for me, with a coffee chaser. If I make it to 8PM without becoming a raging assholebitch.

Since nothing is happening in the Old Bat Cave. I decided to look back at some other July 17th’s in my photo archives.

Looking down Broadway at 7:30AM July 17, 2001. Skagway, Alaska

Cafe with bored waiter. Brugge July 17, 2005.

Fushimi Inari Shrine. Kyoto Japan. July 17, 2010.

Nelson St Apt. Not too crowded up on the roof. July 17, 2013.

July 17, 2018. Digitizing old photos. This is Carlton and ?. It might have been his first wife. But, I think not. She was prettier.

And is that a Dance Card tied to Mr C’s épaulette?

I love that photograph. It just so perfectly illustrates the difference between Carlton’s youth and mine. Notice the sword. Who wears a sword to a dance. Wouldn’t that be dangerous?

And what about all those roses? Did she just win a horse race? If Carlton had given me that many roses, I would have known he got them from his buddies the grave diggers at Columbia Cemetery.

Gratitude

Grateful for chocolate. And coffee.

And about those copyright dates. I meant to just say ©Peg Bethany. But I am too lazy to go find the images and export them again.

Mālama pono

Gratitude

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