As usual, Tiger Ann seeks to control the situation.
Annie calls Tiger Ann her "daughter." I have my doubts.
Looking down Live Oak Canyon, toward Trabuco Canyon.
Some kinda flower or something, I dunno. Anything that pokes, I call it "cactus."
Tiger Ann looking spooky. Cats do that. Right now, she's tear-assing around my house as I listen to Acker Bilk's "Stranger On the Shore." Perfect!
A bougainvillea, I suppose. Another cactus.
Tiger Ann tolerates my antics. She does, however, keep me at arm's length.
I loved these songs during the ante-Liverpudlian era (i.e., pre-Beatles):
"Stranger On the Shore," Mr. Acker Bilk (1962):
"Midnight in Moscow," Kenny Ball and His Jazzmen (1962):
and my personal fave (from this era and ilk):
"Washington Square," The Village Stompers (1963):
This is what Annie and I looked like, back then, more or less:
5 comments:
I like it when Chunk gets all nostalgic.
Lovely Sunday post.
You think I'm nostalgic? Hmmm. I just thought I was taking pics.
--You mean the old music, I suppose. Yeah. I guess going on about that is nostalgic. But I really do love that stuff. Still.
Tiger Ann certianly has the left-paw-to-the-nose move down solid: definitely not afraid to let people know where her personal space begins!
Alannah, if you look more closely, you'll observe that Tiger Ann is in fact ambidextrous.
Tiger Ann has the most felicitous, lovely blending of golden and green highlights--especially when she is looking spooky. And all that green goes wonderfully with Annie's red hair! Really nice pics, Chunk
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