Just a gallimaufry of AI-generated photos, real photos and ramblings 📸
Oh no! Somewhere out there, some poor mouse lost one of his itty bitty Crocs.
Mystery solved! It's a Jibbitz that came off my son's Crocs!
Phew! I hate to think that a mouse is frantically searching for his missing Crocs.
I'm thrilled to share that my foster kitty, who has been through a lot
of challenges, finally has a new buddy. After a tough start,
including an unsuccessful adoption where the resident cat rejected him,
he now has a friend to share his days with. Seeing them together and
happy fills my heart with joy.
Lunch - sourdough sandwich
Crazy weather in Malaysia: temperatures soaring into the 30s, hitting
37°C today, and then it rains like cats and dogs in the evenings. The
heat has killed my appetite, so I just had a sourdough sandwich. The restaurant owner was lamenting how the erratic weather here affects the
dough, making sourdough bread quite a challenge to perfect.
FROM THE TRAVEL ARCHIVES
One of my bucket list dreams in London was to ride the London Eye, in one of those sleek ovoidal capsules, taking in the breathtaking views of the city. We were in St. James's Park and could see the Eye from where we were, but regrettably, we never had the chance to experience it in person.
So near yet so far.
Now, I'm living the adventure vicariously through my AI mice buddies.
Haha! AI is amazing! Just look at the expression of awe of the mouse on the extreme right! I did not specify that in my generation of this photo!
Cine Manto
Cine Manto in Mykonos is a charming outdoor cinema located in a lush garden in the town center.
Open during the summer, it offers a magical setting to watch a diverse
range of films under the stars, from recent blockbusters to
international features.
The on-site café and restaurant serve local and Mediterranean cuisine
MICE MOVIE NIGHT
Care for an outdoor movie?
Too scary? How about Jaws?
No? Something heartwarming?
When was the last time you watched an outdoor movie?
JAPANESE GARDEN MEMORY
Growing up in the 60s in our sleepy hometown felt like living in a timeless bubble. With no digital devices to distract us, our days were simple and slow, each one blending into the next. The highlight of our week, the moment we all eagerly awaited, came after Sunday evening mass.
We would pile into the family car and head to the Japanese garden on the edge of town. It was a place of magic, a stark contrast to our everyday lives. The garden was a serene haven, meticulously maintained with its perfectly raked gravel paths and carefully pruned bonsai trees.
But the centerpiece, the part that held the most wonder for us, was the koi pond. A wooden plank bridge stretched across the water, inviting us to test our balance and courage. My sisters and I would line up, and take turns crossing the bridge. We moved gingerly, each step slow and deliberate, as the colorful koi swam lazily beneath us.
The garden seemed to wrap us in a peaceful embrace, each visit a cherished escape from the routine of our small-town life. But as darkness fell and mosquitoes began to bite, it was a signal to
leave. Our once-a-week dinner out completed the week. Those Sunday evenings remain some of the most treasured memories of my childhood.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
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