Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Food for Thought

Remember Adeptus' spooky sign message that appeared before Halloween? It looks like the person trapped in the sign escaped ... and a philosopher took over:

Shortly after the election, I noticed this new message while sitting at the Georgia Avenue/Route 108 traffic light. In terms of the election results, I guess there are no more hypothetical questions. No matter which candidate you voted for, all of the "what if's" are now "what is" or "what will be". 

I love how the folks at Adeptus give those of us waiting in traffic food for thought. Speaking of food and traffic -- happy feasting and safe travels for a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 3, 2016

The Dog Days are Not Over

Everything changes when you get a dog. It's like having a newborn.  Have to keep an eye on them.  What are they up to? They need to be fed.  You check and double check to see if and when they have to go potty. We adopted Lola almost a month ago. You'll be doing a lot of walking, I'm told. Yeah, I guess. Anything to add to my steps. Walking the dog is another experience.  I'm just trying to avoid having her pull my arm off. No! Don't eat that. Then there's people. There's something about a seven month pup that changes people. Joggers come to a complete stop. People actually make eye contact and smile. More so at Lola than at me. They ask you questions while talking to her.
You're a cutie. Yes you are. How old is she?            
  Seven months. We just got her
Look at you! Who's a good dog? What is she?
She's a lab mix. Not sure what breed she's mixed with.
You get the picture.  There's the doggy smell too. Almost as soon as you enter the house. Dog. Dog food. Fur. Drool. Chew toys. That cleaner you use to clean or mask any sign of accidents in the
house. It's all there.  Stepping on squeaky toys and antlers that she likes to chew on. Almost like stepping on a Lego. All these things for dog. More than what I can remember we gave my childhood dog. With apologies to Florence Welch. The dog days have just begun.
Lola lounging

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Excellent Early Voting

OBXers have reported positive Early Voting experiences and I have to agree. Montgomery County’s Early Voting Centers are open until 8pm tonight and 8am-8pm tomorrow. Check addresses and wait times of the ten Early Voting Centers before leaving your home or office; wait times are updated in real time at

This afternoon, I went to the Rockville Early Voting Center because I was already running errands around there. While parking at the Jefferson/Monroe Street garage, I spied an SUV with an oval black and white OES car magnet. I peeked closer to confirm "Olney Elementary School". Yay - we Olney residents are everywhere!

Many people were already filling out their ballets at the Early Voting Center but I experienced no wait. The friendly, efficient election workers ushered voters through the process. Before leaving, I received an oval "I Voted" sticker to give to parking garage attendant … because the first hour of parking is free for voters.Image result for i voted sticker

Without thinking, I proudly stuck the sticker over a chocolate stain on my shirt. While driving up to the exit gate, however, I realized my mistake. I actually pondered paying a dollar for parking just to keep the “I Voted” sticker. I sheepishly offered to take the sticker off my shirt but the kind attendant had me write my name and “I voted” on the ticket instead.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Spooky Sign of the Season

It's almost Halloween and much to my delight, decorations are up! Each year I've written about the cool and unique Halloween decorations I see in the neighborhoods, but what about ones in town?

The other day while waiting at the Georgia Avenue/Route 108 traffic light, I couldn't help but think of Richy Slyon's most recent post, Down on the Corner. When I see panhandlers, I ask myself -- do I help or not?  If I do, how? I agree with Richy that "it can be awkward to pull up and make or maintain eye contact."

Then I spotted someone who does want eye contact and help ... but I really don't know how to help!

I had to stare at this sign in front of Adeptus for a several seconds before comprehending it and chuckling.

What a subtle but spooky sign of the season! Keep an eye on Adeptus' sign whenever you are stuck at the Georgia Avenue/Route 108 intersection -- you never know what they'll post next.

Single Orange Female

Image result for giant pumpkinor Single Orange Male. It's hard to tell the sex of a plant. Also titled, "Another day in my strange garden." Every once in awhile, a strange plant erupts among my gardens. There is something about watching a struggling, often unattractive, living thing try to make its way out of the soil and into the air that amazes me. So much so that I have a hard time pulling it out or chopping it down. Who am I to snuff out a life that obviously so wants to live? I call these, "Jolly Green Giant" plants because they are often humongous. So when the SOF erupted out of nowhere, I just watched it grow, and grow and grow. This one wasn't as much tall as it was wide. Boy did it spread. It was becoming a problem as it was encroaching on my driveway and I kept running it over with the car. One day I came home and my husband had tied this mammoth plant back so that I wouldn't drive on it (my husband has resigned himself to the fact that I don't like to dislodge these strange spirited beings).

One day I was admiring this plant with a friend. "It seems to want to be something," I said. "It keeps blooming these beautiful yellow flowers but nothing seems to come of them." Then my friend said something that rocked my world. "It looks like a pumpkin plant." What???!!! How could a pumpkin plant suddenly grow outside my front door?? Then I remembered the pumpkins. Last Halloween, I dutifully put out my 2 pumpkins, one for each child. There they sat, day after day, week after week, until one day, they were nothing more than rotting corpses. Oh, so they left their seeds that germinated. Cool! But why don't I have little baby pumpkins? "The plant needs another plant to fertilize it," my friend said. Boy, was I getting an education in plant sex ed. It needs a mate?? Who knew? So, consider this a dating advertisement - Wanted: Single pumpkin plant willing to commit!
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