Look what I found!!!!
Four pairs besides the ones I'm wearing!
None of them are my computer glasses!
In other news...
Of course I smudged out the numbers! Don't you think I have enough people here calling my plate into the authorities for obstructing traffic! I don't need some internet people doing it too!
My license plate gives me away as what we lovingly used to call in Orlando, land of the tourist, a "Touron".
Now that is what I am considered here as I inch along some streets (even with the GPS bossy lady) looking for the exact place to turn.
Or am distracted by unaccustomed sights from the roadway.
I saw many exasperated hands raised in frustration behind me today as I found my way around the various areas of the valley today. I apologize to all of you.
I remember how I felt when I was behind an out-of-towner sometimes and got impatient.
Experience is a good teacher and I will be more patient in traffic when and if I get a local plate and see a
"touron" trying to negotiate the massive area that is LA County.
Hey, I could have been worse. I got up on the CA-118 (they love to talk about the highways here) and was given the most spectacular view of the whole valley from it's West end. If I could have, I would have pulled over and taken a picture, but I didn't want to be on the news tonight. I will return there and get that picture. Just gorgeous.
Meanwhile, I will show you a little bit of our new 'hood, from one of our walks over the weekend.
I was a bit disappointed when I saw that my pictures didn't reflect the unique characteristics of the houses in this neighborhood properly - but hey the first set I was on my own, with these two, AND a poop bag. Sorry to be graphic.
Lots of these trees. Cedar? I haven't looked them up yet.
Houses built in the 1950s for the most part, all very different and most have such cute, well kept lawns as well.
For some reason I love the name of this street. No other instrument names that I have seen yet.
A couple of the streets give us views of the Northern hills of the San Fernando Valley, which is where I was this afternoon apparently - slowing down traffic.
I have to get a better picture of this house. I was trying not to appear like some kind of weirdo with a camera.
The Shabby Chic people will like this house starting with the distressed and older fence.
I've GOT to meet whoever lives here because I can just tell they like to look at the same things I do. Maybe they will stumble across my blog! Haven't seen them out yet.
You know who they are!
This house is neat as a pin and has great brick accents and a brick walkway.
Very friendly man lives here. He seems to work out of his garage and has a huge painting of The Virgin Mary propped up and facing the street when the garage doors are open.
Pomegranates! The birds and squirrels are eating them.
A lot end up on the ground. Very strange for me to see these out of a grocery store.
Prettiest house on our block. I've met the gentleman who lives here, but not his wife yet. They've lived here over 20 years and it is such a treat to look at.
Well, as my brother would say: "That's all the news that's fit to print".
No, actually, one more thing.
I've sent out a lot of postcards to friends and family with little notes and our new address. Some have come back! Because the new address was on it as well! Hmmmmph!
I will send them in envelopes....
And maybe, just maybe, I will have found those darn glasses!