Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Election Day in Apple Country


Feels like a big old national party day today, the likes of which I've never seen. Took a drive to get some celebration cider. Things were kind of quiet in Glen Oak. They don't like to wear their heart of their sleeve.








Well, his heart is pretty close to the sleeve. Wanted to show us around the place.







Came back with the goods. Strudel hangover. Sleeping it off; wake me for the fireworks.

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  1. Did you say strudel? I love strudels.

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  2. Wow. That's a long way to go to get juiced.

    And now, the whole country is juiced. As American as sweet potato pie!

    My word for tonight, honest, is "dicularo." I think it's a kind of a casanova.

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  3. Look like everyone left 2 vote.
    Any apples? - take them!

    It's good 2 c your 2 masters let you out of the house for while.

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  4. Fireworks starting in North Altadena. (Or horns, anyway. The horns heard 'round the world.) Good day in America, and about time.

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  5. Chris, did you pop the cork on your cider? Raised a glass, I did.

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  6. Did you go to the apple orchard in the IE? U have pleasant memories of that place.

    President Obama. President OBAMA!

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  7. I meant to say that "I" have pleasant memories of the IE apple orchard. I am just too excited to be correct in the typewritery.

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  8. Why wasn't Dancing With the Stars on tonight?

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  9. Where did the Tippi Hedren post fly off to? I actually had to look up Glen Oak. I think I've stopped nearby at the Bobs Big Boy. Maybe? I want to go there.

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  10. We had cider with our neighbors last night to celebrate. It was a bit quiet, but we're quiet folk. Teary-eyed, bleary-eyed, quiet, happy folk.

    Serofe. Serofe I say!

    President Obama!

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  11. PA, sometimes Tippi gets tar on the wings and the post don't fly. Ja, Glen Oaks is on the way to San Berdoo, beautiful spot once you get past the suburban sprawl.

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  12. Dip her in palmolive and bring her out when she can truly be appreciated. Back to my blog. CO's pooping on my lawn.

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  13. Who's responsible for cleaning up after him? Do they use biodegradable poo bags, I wonder?

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  14. Yes, Mlle. And don't eat road apples, AH.

    Wingu. I can't lose.

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  15. PA, I'm just remarking (retaking) my territory from all these cats, aka politicians, that run loose around here.

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  16. Well, some people were having a good time around here last night. But I see no one bothered to clean up.
    Ah, lestod, lestod.

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  17. I popped the cork, actually a plastic cap, and had large glass. I the retired to the couch with the wife and a bottle of champagne and watched the tears flow. You beat me to the pictures. I'll git ya fer dat!

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  18. Are you sure that is your dog? He looks exactly like my Hercules, even down to the black collar.

    Lisa

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