Happy Hooligans
The Hooligan Hive is failing again, and at this point I'm starting to think it's location, location, location since the Rhubarb Hive is doing GREAT. Maybe the hooligans will always be hooligans, but just in case Donald Trump had it right, I moved them into the rhubarb patch, where their hive will warm up a little earlier in the morning, where there's a little less neighbor noise, and a more pleasant atmosphere overall. I'm thinking there's something kindof feng shui about it. I mean, who wouldn't want to live in the rhubarb patch?
And speaking of happy hooligans can we just talk about how much I love Southern California? I know, I've mentioned that a few times already. But really. It's the day after thanksgiving and it's pushing 70 degrees. There's little finches polishing off the last of the sunflowers in my garden and my tomatoes are still blooming. It doesn't get much better.
And in more happy hooligan news, here's some new art for those who haven't already seen it elsewhere. A self portrait, and a copy of an Edward Hopper painting.
Happy Thanksgiving from all of us hooligans out on The Hill.
And speaking of happy hooligans can we just talk about how much I love Southern California? I know, I've mentioned that a few times already. But really. It's the day after thanksgiving and it's pushing 70 degrees. There's little finches polishing off the last of the sunflowers in my garden and my tomatoes are still blooming. It doesn't get much better.
And in more happy hooligan news, here's some new art for those who haven't already seen it elsewhere. A self portrait, and a copy of an Edward Hopper painting.
Happy Thanksgiving from all of us hooligans out on The Hill.