I got this shot last evening as we popped over to the botanical gardens to tour the "Magic of Lanterns" exhibit in the Chinese gardens. A friend of ours had suggested seeing the exhibit and since we're annual pass holders, it wouldn't cost us a cent. It took us about 20 minutes to walk around and ooh and aah at the glowing silk paper lanterns. And it was a mob scene since the event was coupled with the "Pumpkin Ball" event for the kids. What was astonishing was that it was $16 a person to get in, and it was packed. We'd have been very disappointed had we had to pay. (There's a sentence I'd dread having to teach the grammar of.)
In other boring news, I tweaked my back yesterday. While I was working out, it felt like one of the strings snapped on my nerve guitar. Now the only comfortable position is crooked. This is easy to do in bed, but walking around listing to the right is a bit odd. Sigh. I used to be so young, lithe and bendy like scarecrow, but the years seem to have morphed me into tin man. Anybody got an oilcan?