Welcome to Friday Post 759!
759 Fridays worth of stories,
and many more to go.
You, my Readers,
generate an infinite amount of tales to tell.
This afternoon my little family gathered at Oliver's Beer Garden
on Erie's beautiful bay front.
Moooove over, Rolling Rock.
Me thinks I have a new favorite beer.
It's all because of the can.
It's all good!
No stress!
You win some,
you lose some.
Even Sam's exuberance out of the huddles
wasn't enough to propel the team for the last win
to get to states.
Find Sam in this photo.
We were happy for the excursion to Homer City,
outside of Indiana, PA.
and were happy she withstood the heat
to watch a game.
Mr. Lamp Post had fun scootering around
his old college grounds.
He took me all around the birthplace of Jimmy Stewart
and showed me every place he ate,
played sports,
drank,
and lived.
He also showed me the library
where he got some tutoring.
and went to this Italian Deli!
Oh my!
It's the best one I've ever been to.
2 wins and two losses brought Sam home with a heck of a tan
and happy once again to be flopped on the couch with his phone.
The only negative part of the weekend
was washing 14 red and blue jerseys
There was only a single washer and dryer
in the hotel the first night after the late game,
and some guy saw us dragging a bag of uniforms
and snuck into the washer ahead of us--
for ONE PAIR OF PANTS.
I volunteered for the late shift,
because of course I had a good book
to pass the time.
The weekend wasn't all grass stains
and infield dirt.
There were pretty flowers that
I spent some time with that were nothing short
of Nature Wows.
I saw this article in the Erie paper this week about
local flower farms.
If any one has any info on the ones from North East
or Harborcreek, let me know.
Eloise is building a bee and butterfly sanctuary.
I'm also going to try to get some of these.
Stories from the Home Front:
I thought of me,
Sam,
Louie,
Natalie,
and all the other non-riders
at amusement parks.
It's always good to try ONE ride
to know if you like them or not--'
Eloise recommends the Comet at Waldameer.
If that makes you puke,
skip the rest.
The Harborcreek Community concert is going on
in the Lamp Post backyard as a write.
It's fun hearing the music and cheers
of a happy community--
each with a story of their own from the night--
an infinite number.
The Save an Eye football game is tonight, too.
Mr. Lamp Post has stories to tell from his own experience
in 1987. He scored the winning touchdown!
Here is baby Sam wearing his jersey.
I wonder what stories my deer friends are telling each other
as I happened upon them on an evening ride.
Every summer I hoe out the house,
and this year I attacked the big Rainy Day project!
PHOTOS!
6 tubs of them!
Baby Eloise
Framed family photos tossed in bins,
replaced by updated family photos
Photo books
upon photo books.
I'm making great progress!
Here's a surprise:
I heard Black Sabbath playing
while I was sorting this week.
Lo and behold!
Look who was jamming out!
Music is really just a story put to a tune.
Another reminder that Life is Good.
This leads me to my book of the week,
loaned to me by the nicest neighbors around.
It's the true story of brothers Bert and John Jacobs,
founders of the Life is Good clothing company.
The book chronicles their struggles starting a business
with a dream and some pocket change.
I loved the book so much,
I ordered my own copy
and some more loot I'll share next week.
My creative juices have been flowing
ever since my purchase.
I have a ream of being a steward of my own
Little Free Library.
Readers?
Have you had any experience with
Have you had any experience with
maintaining one of your own?
My very favorite find of the week,
is the work of the artist Vaskange.
Vaskange tells infinite stories through is unique art.
It's been breaking the internet this week.
It's created with Endless Paper app for the iPad--
please check this out.
It's brilliant.
Here is just the YouTube video-
He narrates in French so mute the sound,
unless you speak French, of course:
Vaskange art here
Readers,
Life is Good,
and the good stories are infinite.
Eloise
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