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The Sisty Uglers

I miss my sisters.  I am all alone out here, anchoring the West Coast. My next younger sis - Chris - anchors the East Coast.  The other three are clustered in the Midwest.  

There is a balance in the Force unless one of us is traveling.  Then, you never know. Chris paid me a visit last week and it's a wonder Rhode Island didn't tilt up and slide into Connecticut.   She's in Chicago for a visit now, and I sense a disturbance in the Force but California still seems oddly stable.  Perhaps our balance theory if faulty (little pun there).

We call ourselves the "sisty uglers" from a very very old comedy album that will take too long to explain.  It's from Jack Ross and a twisted version of "Rindercella" if you want to listen to it.

We may be sisters but I don't think we're that ugler.  We are about 9 years older than this picture, though - darn.

Farewell to Spring

Picked the last of the sweet peas and cut down the vines - always a sad day.  But the June Gloom has descended upon L.A. and spring is officially over. On to other things...like tomatoes!