Another Day, Another ... Day.

YES, that's just about it. It's been another day. Not complaining, because there was somewhere to go and something to do and people to see. Some favorite people; some not. But there you go. That's life.
I hear Bonnie Raitt singing in my living room. She's not here in person, but pretty close. She's warbling "Too Soon to Tell." Lovely song. I am tempted to download one of those "jukeboxes" I come upon when I visit other blogs, but I don't know if everyone's as enchanted with my idea of music as I am.
Well, as you can tell by the photograph it's someone's birthday today. The advertising crew at work is slightly nutty for Tom Selleck, and in his honor doughnuts were bought and Hershey kisses were spread randomly over a Hawaiian print shirt. (Maybe it's a shirt Tom once wore on his TV show. No one is talking.) His picture was posted and the boss's orders to keep that sort of stuff off the new walls be darned. Ah, what we will do to make the days a little more interesting.
I visited a blog, Laurel's blog, through Seth's blog, and found a link to the movie "Coraline," where you can make your own flower. Here is mine:
Fantasticalla. It would be fun to hybridize a new flower wouldn't it and name it what you wanted. I can see where the thrill comes from. If a link opens under the flower, follow it to make your own, too.
Well, yoga is tonight and I should be working on my altered book journal pages.
Talk 'atcha later - femminismo