(My) Photo of the day, Or So no one told you life was gonna be this way

Occasionally my life is a little like the television show Friends, only a hell of a lot funnier, and without the annoying laugh track and even more annoying friends. So today, Henry and I accompanied Jenry into town while she did a little shopping for supplies at Spotlight. Henry directed me to a few local landmarks to photograph (some of which I will feature on this very blog), and then we met up and stopped into the local Hudsons Coffee Shop for a sit down and some scripted banter.

In the photograph, you can see that Henry has forgone his usual triple shot macchiato for an apple juice, and Jenry went with the medium hot chocolate sans marshmallows. Predictably, I played it safe with a cappuccino.

[UPDATE: Sorry dear, you've been bumped. The world wanted more Henry.]

Comments

Unknown said…

Cappuccino??? I thought you'd grow up to be more adventurous. Henry looks good, chip off the old Rod block, (Grandpa?)

31 May 2008 at 17:45

Dina said…

What a treat. I mean this post.
Well. . . maybe the drinks too.

31 May 2008 at 20:40

gmirage said…

That is so cute a shot!
Henry seems contented with his apple juice.

1 June 2008 at 16:05

Dina said…

Oi, not fair! I loved finally meeting smiling Jen.
Kris, I answered your query at my hoopoe post. But meanwhile found photos to go with the names of the ten birds at http://www.teva.org.il/?CategoryID=171&ArticleID=2178os
Too bad it's in Hebrew. If you go down to the bottom box on that page and click where it says 10, you get a beautiful PowerPoint of the birds.

1 June 2008 at 17:15

The D in D & T said…

Henry is a bit of a star isnt he? So very cute, and he looks very happy with his juice! :)

2 June 2008 at 03:21

Kris McCracken said…

Got to like the cappuccino. I used to be a long black, but volume is important to me now.

Henry does like the apple juice, he doesn't get given a heap (he'a mainly a tap water kind of guy), but when he does, he's usually very good with it (not so much in the sharing department though).

2 June 2008 at 12:37

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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