Superbowl, Pop 'o' Pink and Tree Fern Friendship

Good friends keep you going don't they? Was reminded of this at the weekend. Am always trying to be a good friend back. Like my Tree Ferns, which always catch the rain from the trees towering over them and droplet down to whoever is below.

My Tree Ferns are good to their taller and smaller friends

The fronds do a corker curl when they're in the mood

In contrast my Banana Leaves are bit showy Kim Kashian

Philip Seymour Hoffman was always a bit like that on screen; never vain, played his part to the soul and made everyone around him look good. His death is so terribly sad... his talent and his work failed to sustain him.

Jen looks like she'd be a good friend doesn't she? She says she makes a great margarita. Apparently she and Justin are in therapy. What do I know, but surely those years before marrying should be wine and roses, seems too soon for therapy. The only person I've ever known to do therapy pre-marriage went on to be doubly miserable in her marriage and started an affair with her boss when she was two months pregnant with her third child.

Photo by Terry Richardson

Best ad in the Superbowl (don't ask me about the game) was the Budweiser one where a Lab puppy becomes instant best buds with a Clydesdale horse. The Passenger song Let Her Go has to be one of my favourite songs of all time, I never tire of hearing it on the car radio, so uplifting. Kevin thinks it's melancholy.

Adorbs: Best buds reunited in the Superbowl ad

You don't have to be a bird spotter to love this guest cottage on a bird sanctuary in Petaluma. I wrote about it for the San Francisco Chronicle this weekend. I totally fancy chewing away on my quill here. Or... taking the skiff into t'shops and t'pub. Knowing me, probably the latter. The homeowners built it hoping writers and artists friend would use it as a retreat, but there are too many drinking and eating distractions apparently.

The cottage library has 2,000 books

What do you wear to a Crab Feed? It was a fundraiser at Harley and Jackson's High School. Was very fun to be back at High School, this time we were allowed to drink in the gym and no mean girls. In midst of our first rain for months read BP's post and found myself popping out for a pop 'o' pink.

Frank and Eileen shirt, too pink

Carven, reminds me of the nuns at school

Strange pose in New Scotland sweater, just enough pink

Off to Crab Fest. (White jeans squeaky tight, dang it!)

Okay that's a lot for a Monday arvo.

At FF's place she has a fun thing called reader demographics. You all say what your age is and where you live. I am 51 and three quarters and live in Oakland. YOU? (extra points if you say what you do.)