Simon, of course, is enjoying the company. Gail Moore arrived this afternoon, so now we are four. Miss Fish isn’t so sure, but she also isn’t hiding under the bed, so… win.
When I went for a walk this morning, I saw two big coyotes trotting around the neighborhood. They were wary and wily and beautiful. If you look carefully (or click to enlarge) you can see one of them in the middle of the street.
Teresa and I made a run to Trader Joes, which was handy for a spot-check of the situation with the Casa Molina Toreador statue. It’s a sculpture with a following; hardly a day goes by without someone altering it. Usually they repaint certain… parts.
LOL! Where is this Trader Joe’s? I must go and check out the toreador, too.
Yes! It is the one at Speedway and Wilmot. Marg, I’d love to see you before the party, but I don’t have your phone number. Lunch or something?
Sure! I emailed you my phone #.
I would cut his head off. The toreador’s head, of course… or maybe place one of the bull’s horn in the middle of his front. That would be artful.
OMG! Don’t let Hermi & Rudolf know!
I think that is a tongue, not a nose, my love. But I can’t be certain…
poor bull – blue jewels! and the Abominable Snowman; HOOT!