My Refrigerator
I have all sorts of photos and magnets on my refrigerator, as you can see. It's my "rogues gallery" of friends, collected over the years.
The people in the photos don't age as far as I'm concerned. They are the same as they were when I hung up the pictures, some of which have been there for 20 years. But that's fine; a slice of life frozen in time. Nothing wrong with that.
Similarities Abound
My dear and talented friend Arleen Weinstein, who still lives in Philadelphia, sent me a card with this cartoon by Roz Chast on the front. She cut it out of a New Yorker magazine and its title is "The Refrigerator Door Gallery."
That's the inside door and my gallery is the outside door. When I got the card, I laughed, and then I took a picture of my refrigerator.
Perils of a Northern Winter
I've never had such huge icicles in the 22 winters I've lived in Portland. They look more frightening in person than they do in this picture.
They're definitely killer material! Last year a large icicle fell from a house around the corner and it went through the windshield of a car parked in the driveway. I'm glad I heard about that. Even if I didn't know about that incident, just looking upward would convince me to park someplace where I wouldn't have to walk anywhere near those things.
They've melted quite a bit since I took that picture a few days ago. We had a couple of 40-degree days and now we're back to frigid temps again. Brrr!
Those icicles are enourmous and scary-looking! I'm glad to know you've been parking elsewhere. Did any come crashing down? Or did they simply melt away?
Posted by: Hip Dropped Stitches | February 22, 2011 at 08:34 AM