i met-up with my good pal nancy yesterday at meinhardt for a little catch-up - and there was a lot to catch-up on - (love that girl..) and while we were there we, once again, ran into neil wedman who may be the best dressed man in all of vancouver. i should have taken his picture to illustrate this fact but i felt it was inappropriate at the time. beautiful white straw hat - stingy style, nice brown tie with a diamond designer - as i remember, tan jacket and a blue shirt all tucked into some higher style tan pants and nice brown shoes. reminiscent of a southern gentleman, almost a 'to kill a mockingbird' era gregory peck. and since he's walking with a cane still due to his fall last december it all works great. and, of course, when i told him he was the best dressed guy i know, he dismissed it as 'just being dressed'. of course. i told him he was making the rest of us poorly dressed males look bad to which he responded, "i have nothing to do with that, you can do that all on your own".
i picked-up mishi from st. paul's hospital around 10 a.m. yesterday and took her home. she was happy to get outta there...i think it all went very well but who the hell wants to spend any extra time hanging around there? she had a very nice view though and, apparently, the garbs didn't mind visiting because they had great lazy boy style recliners there in the visitor's area.
cut a few lawns yesterday, and maybe a couple today as well, including joel's. joels' been building his son, cole, a beautiful tree house in their backyard for quite some time now. the roof is getting sorted out now and then the siding. yes, siding and a shake roof, etc...pretty cool. i never had a tree house of any sort. when i was a kid and we wanted to have any sort of covered place to go and read the 'books' and magazines we had shoved down our pants in corner stores and drink and smoke and have 'stand by me' moments, it was usually inside abandoned cars in the woods near our house. there were a lot of magazines in the engine compartment - for safe keeping. we also used to light up aerosol cans to see what would happen, and bic lighters. good times.
was on granville island as well for a little visit and watched lyndsay hoss-down a burger while trying to get out of her the time she would be calling me on sunday, today, to arrange pick-up of the element because she needs it to do some moving...nothing was determined. i await her call.
a long overdue dinner with marcy went down last night as well and we made the scene at topanga. marcy is making some big life decisions - all of which i completely endorse - and of which i will talk or write about when the time is right. it was great, as it always is, to sit and talk with her about life's lessons, life's constant changing nature and eat good cal-mex.
ok..i need to get a move on before lyndsay calls and wants the car...
have a great sunday.
g. xo
wicked 'tail buddy!
nevada gives it up.
the view from the tenth floor at st. paul's...nice.
mishi after four days in the hospital wants no pictures.
lyndsay mows down the burger.
joel made himself - or had a built - a nice little place for himself out back of his house on top of his garage.
now cole has his own place to read dirty mags and smoke.
blurry lyndsay and nevada
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