On my walk to the forest today I saw several doors that have been rescued and given a new home.
Before you consider buying a new door consider adopting an old one – they deserve a second chance!
You may remember me telling you about Jack. He sits by the kerb ‘pumping iron’ all day. The tall person told me that Jack is very strong and can lift 1.5 tons.
Jack works for the tire man. Cars stop at the kerb and Jack and the tire man fit new tires.
Jack’s house is next to the sidewalk. I passed it today on my walk through the neighborhood. His house has a very functional design – no frills here!
I like the indoor pool!
On my walk through the neighborhood today I noticed further evidence of the popularity of street art.
I sat on the sidewalk for a while to reflect upon the artist’s message but I must confess that the meaning eluded me.
I pointed it out to the tall person and he told me that the road is being repaired. This explanation helped me to understand the meaning of this bold piece of art. Clearly, the artist is reminding us that our lives may appear calm on the surface but it is merely a veneer. Beneath lies the rocky path of our journey that each of us tries to conceal.
I mentioned this to the tall person and he told me that they are repairing the road.
Hmm, you just don’t get it do you tall person?
On my walk through the neighborhood today I saw this.
I can’t read Georgian script but the red shoes looked familiar. Clearly, this is a plaque commemorating Dorothy from the ‘Wizard of Oz’ and her journey home from the Emerald City. When she tapped her heels together three times, and repeated “There’s no place like home” she was blown off course and arrived in Tbilisi, Georgia instead of Kansas in the U.S.
I pointed out the plaque to the tall person and he smiled and told me that it is a sign for a shoe shop.
Ah, I see. Dorothy stayed in Tbilisi to sell footwear.
I hope Toto likes it here.
A number of our blogging friends were concerned about the empty chair yesterday (see post) so we went to see if the “lady who sells little things near an artificial beach” had returned to her shop and were relieved to find her sitting comfortably in her box chair.
I also discovered that she has legs.
I looked at the tall person but before I could say anything he smiled and said that the mystery is now fully solved. I was about to say “but” but he said that if she didn’t have a bottom she would find it very difficult to sit in her chair.
Hmm, the tall person knows me too well. Satisfied that we had got to the bottom of that mystery we continued our walk through the neighborhood.
Whenever I have seen the “lady who sells little things near an artificial beach” (see my last post) she is always sitting behind the counter of her little shop. I have never seen the bottom half of her nor have I ever seen what she sits on.
On my walk through the neighborhood today we paid a visit to the “lady who sells little things near an artificial beach” and found this.
The “lady who sells little things near an artificial beach” and her shop were nowhere to be seen but the mystery of what she sits on was solved.
Next time I’m hoping to see her bottom (half).
We have not been down to see the lady who sells little things for a while so we decided to drop by on our walk through the neighborhood today.
I was very pleased to see that the lady who sells little things had devised a new strategy to lure customers to her little shop.
We are in the middle of a very hot summer and the lady who sells little things has cleverly created a beach-like atmosphere to put potential customers in a carefree vacation mood. We all know we spend more than we should when we are on vacation!
I pointed it out to the tall person expecting him to be impressed by the lady’s marketing skills but he told me that workers are repairing the road and had probably left sand there ready for when they need it.
Hmm, I think this marketing strategy was way too subtle for you tall person. When the weather turns cooler and the lady who sells little things no longer needs her beach she will sell it to the workers who are repairing the road.
I told the tall person that I am considering nominating the lady who sells little things for Tbilisi’s business woman of the year.
He looked and me and smiled.