Day 08/365 sorta …

Thunderstorms … again.  So no real exploring, but I thought you might want to see what this crafty girl, and I am using that term loosely has been up to.  First, I received this from a friend who cross stitches just like me. only not because she finishes stuff.

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Sadly I have not done any stitching myself  because of this

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That’s right  I have a big fat FROG right there … because that is not how you spell Lamentation is it. So I have some ripping to do and I just hate that shit.

So thanks to a generous friend I’ve been doing some coloring.

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I really like doing the postcards rather than the pages.

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I also finished 20,000 leagues Under The Sea …. perhaps a book report is called for… It all depends on the weather!

Day 07/365

Today,  I decided to treat myself to an old favorite …FORTUNATO’S.

If you read Phone Kitten, you know that Fortunato’s is close to Craig’s Cafe, and that they love love love Fortunato’s pizza.  You also know how Emily, used  a pizza to save her and Craig from a would be attacker, who turned out to be a waiter …

I loved their pizza, but the dish that always had my heart belonged to their Greek salad and garlic knots.  So on my trek downtown today, I thought I would stop in and check it out. Not too much has changed.

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The Greek Salad is every bit as delicious as I remember.

Day 04/365

St. Petersburg, a city of readers.

I like the new super cheap used bookstore in the mall.  The books are cheaper then other places, but they don’t have that romantic feeling as one of my favorite bookstores.

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Haslam’s established in 1933,  is Florida’s largest new and used bookstore and it’s really amazing.  It’s still run by the same family, and getting lost inside is something I think everyone who comes to St Pete should experience.  There is a great section on Florida writers, they sell cards and journals too – and the kid section is amazing.

And of course there’s the ghost … because of course it’s haunted.  Jack Kerouac, who died in St Pete in 1969, is supposed to be in residence and loves to hurl his books across the room.