And The Death Comes In Waves.

Compadre is back! Victorious after the long journey through barren desolate wasteland hell Central California. We managed to unload his hunormous Penske truck while it was still light out. Some crunchy nasty piece of work wanted to know if we were still going to be there tomorrow because she may need to get her car out of the garage (tomorrow). Compadre unloaded on poor thing's even crunchier boyfriend and it was, how shall we say, a harbinger of things to come. Hopefully.

Scored some new Bostonian Brogues and as I was walking to work this morning I noticed that they were squeaking. Puddles. It's probably the socks really, but sorta put me out nonetheless.

Went thrifting this weekend, and was confronted with something so tragic it hardly bears mentioning. Some dude, who works for a local desperate boutique, pilfering through the denim presumably to stock his shop's "vintage collection". He had an armful. I just shook my head in bewildered and quiet judgement. But other than that it was a glorious weekend! Went to lunch at a vegetarian restaurant and the food was some of the spiciest I have ever! Cashed in my coupon at the used book store and snagged a book on the Archiectural and Social History of the English Country House. Which has been a page turner. Expanded my collection of antique china just ever so much, made plans for next weekend, and keeping it forward generally.