January with Michael
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Parsley for live crab, January 4. For sprinkling over them later - not to feed them.
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A house for Otto Miller that Michael designed. Otto is a developer but he says he's going to live in this 13,000 sq ft castle, alone. Hmm. He also says he will listen to offers. January 9.
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The back of the house. You can't see hear the huge pool and hot tub and built-in grilling area.
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The first actual phone conversation with Dad, who loosened up and talked for an hour and a half, or longer. January 22.
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Our first hike, up along the ridge, in Skyline Ridge Open Space Preserve. We walked maybe 3 or 4 miles. January 23.
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A wrinkled up tree of a tree.
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Mr. Cool driving his BMW on skyline on a Sunday afternoon.
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The sleep of the angels, smiling, tuckered out from the hike.
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What beautiful artichokes. Too bad the soup sucked. January 24, Monday.
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Art shot of artichokes. This is meant to show the careful close folds of the leaves. Some might say it is out of focus.
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Late in the day on Tuesday, January 25. I do not believe I was drunk, but that the photographer caught me with half-open eyes.
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Not a bad shot, really. Although this is revenge of the photographer-who-catches-you-with-closed-eyes.
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Another in the series of the Smiling Sleeper.
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Wednesday, January 26: Michael concentrates on his beloved VAIO. He is pretending to type with two hands.
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Midnight, January 26: Michael seems to have fallen asleep with his glasses on.
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Thursday, January 27: Michael attacks the laptop.
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We had a delicious omelet for dinner.
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Sunday, January 30: Michael makes Kaiserschmarn for brunch.
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Marianne emerges from shower. She looks pained. I should say, I look pained.
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A house in Hillsborough that Michael designed is on the market, so we stopped by the open house.
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The study.
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Another view of the study.
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A look into the living room.
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The living room unveiled. And here sadly my camera battery gave out.
Marianne Mueller
Last modified: Sunday, January 30, 2005.
Parsley for live crab, January 4. For sprinkling over them later - not to feed them.
A house for Otto Miller that Michael designed. Otto is a developer but he says he's going to live in this 13,000 sq ft castle, alone. Hmm. He also says he will listen to offers. January 9.
The back of the house. You can't see hear the huge pool and hot tub and built-in grilling area.
The first actual phone conversation with Dad, who loosened up and talked for an hour and a half, or longer. January 22.
Our first hike, up along the ridge, in Skyline Ridge Open Space Preserve. We walked maybe 3 or 4 miles. January 23.
A wrinkled up tree of a tree.
Mr. Cool driving his BMW on skyline on a Sunday afternoon.
The sleep of the angels, smiling, tuckered out from the hike.
What beautiful artichokes. Too bad the soup sucked. January 24, Monday.
Art shot of artichokes. This is meant to show the careful close folds of the leaves. Some might say it is out of focus.
Late in the day on Tuesday, January 25. I do not believe I was drunk, but that the photographer caught me with half-open eyes.
Not a bad shot, really. Although this is revenge of the photographer-who-catches-you-with-closed-eyes.
Another in the series of the Smiling Sleeper.
Wednesday, January 26: Michael concentrates on his beloved VAIO. He is pretending to type with two hands.
Midnight, January 26: Michael seems to have fallen asleep with his glasses on.
Thursday, January 27: Michael attacks the laptop.
We had a delicious omelet for dinner.
Sunday, January 30: Michael makes Kaiserschmarn for brunch.
Marianne emerges from shower. She looks pained. I should say, I look pained.
A house in Hillsborough that Michael designed is on the market, so we stopped by the open house.
The study.
Another view of the study.
A look into the living room.
The living room unveiled. And here sadly my camera battery gave out.