I realize I'm getting this up late this week. I'm having trouble getting my flower photo slideshow working on the blog. My apologies.
As for the week gone by itself? Blah! It was a rather horrible work week fraught with the usual come back from vacation mess, lots of bad weather while I was walking to or fro, training a new person at my workplace and computer failures there, too. Gah. There really has to be a better way. Who the heck came up with this idea of working for a living anyway?
Oh, well ... onto the photos and let's see if that slideshow finally works ...
|What's up, bunny?|
Rabbits, the new squirrels in my New Jersey 'hood, are back once again. This one and an occasional friend or two can be found early mornings on the front lawn of the Richmond Towers housing complex on East Front Street in Plainfield.
|Rose is a rose|
Is a rose ... and so on, according to Gertrude Stein. Roosevelt Avenue, Plainfield. (See the slideshow after the jump for a plethora of flowers!)
|Storm clouds move in|
This is Watchung Avenue in Plainfield on Tuesday afternoon as I arrived home from work. Although you can't tell from the photo, the winds were horrific. Since it was hot and muggy, all that nasty street dirt kicked up by the winds stuck to me. It got in my eyes, too! Since the weatherman said the storms would start in the EVENING, I didn't bring my umbrella as I was due to come home mid-afternoon. I ended up ducking into one of the taxi places just as the skies let loose with torrents of rain, accompanied by lightening and thunder.
|I walk alone, I walk alone|
No, it's not the Boulevard of Broken Dreams; I just took the lyrics from the Green Day song. The streets of Plainfield were all but deserted as I walked to the train station in the rain to catch the early train on Thursday morning. Often, at this hour, the people out and about are immigrant landscapers heading to work. I guess they slept in.
The flowers for this slideshow were found in Plainfield and Bridgewater. Some wild, some weeds, some on lawns, some in planters. New Jersey, but of course! You can make the slideshow full screen by clicking on the diagonal arrow, lower right of the screen.
Maybe he'll move to Brooklyn. I'd say these were two skateboard kids, but I saw no skateboards. Oh, but he's just so darn cool, huh? Bridgewater Train Station.
|The 'I see dead people' saga ...|
... continues. People really need to stop sleeping near me on NJ Transit trains. Recently I was on a bus and saw another woman taking a photo of a sleeping person. When I asked her how it came out, she showed me and told me she was going to put it on her Facebook page. I'm not alone!
|Yep, still seeing dead people|
As well as FEET ON THE SEATS! Dang, I hate that! The conductors rarely, if ever, follow the policy of correcting the situation. Raritan Valley Line, NJ Transit
Coming through! A haphazard flock of geese passes overhead in Bridgewater.
|Plainfield Train Station|
|I didn't want to buy fleas anyway!|
Yesterday as I walked to the train station heading to work, I saw them setting up a huge flea market at a local church on East Front Street. Upon coming home in the evening, I saw signs for a big fish fry at another church in my neighborhood. Over at that hour, of course. How come these things weren't going on during my recent two weekends off on my staycation? Why don't they ever do this stuff on Sundays when I'm off?
The clock on this fancy-schmancy new electronic sign by the Plainfield Municipal Court/Police Station is only a minute off. But the temperature readings are about 12 degrees too high. I really don't want it to read 112 degrees come summer. I'd wilt just looking at the sign!
He likes to hang his head off ledges and such when he sleeps. Don't ask me why. I do tell him all of his blood is going to rush to his nose. But he doesn't care.