When I moved last fall, I filled out all the various change of address forms with the USPS and with the folks I regularly pay money to. You know, like my car insurance people. I’m still getting mail from them bearing my old address. Late mail, of course, because it appears to have taken the scenic overland route to my house. Now, first class mail should be forwarded for one year, so this isn’t necessarily a big deal. It should be relabeled by the post office before it is delivered. So why, oh why, is my mail making multiple stops on its way home, and why, oh why, is someone ever so helpfully rewriting my name–which was originally spelled correctly, I might add!–multiple times and with multiple misspellings? Shouldn’t the little yellow label, which has my current, correct information on it, have been applied before anyone ever attempted to deliver the envelope?
Day: February 9, 2006
Harriet Brown is a Sleepy Goose
I love it when Harriet tucks her nose under her “wing.” She makes such a compact bundle. I would’ve wrapped her up in her binkey, because she was obviously a little chilled, but she was lying on it and I didn’t want to disturb her.
So, I stopped on the way home to get gas (only US$2.25/gallon!), and had an odd encounter. First, I nearly got creamed by some asstrumpet in a Camaro who cut through the Bigfoot lot to avoid the traffic waiting in line to turn onto the main road. Can we say rude and illegal? Yep, I thought we could.
Then, when I tried to use my card at the pump, I got a message that blinked “Panic Code 013.” WTF?! I went inside to inform the young man at the counter that his, um, equipment was taking A Tone with me. His response? “I wonder just how panicked we should be?” Smartass! I ended up pulling around to another pump, which worked fine. As I was leaving, I saw that another car had pulled up to the Cranky Pump and that there was an enormous pool of gas all over the pavement. Yikes! I didn’t hear any explosions as I drove off, so I assume all’s well that ends well.
It’s a good, good day
I don’t usually get to see the morning Belt of Venus, because I live in a valley and the view to the west is obstructed by a ridge. I happened to look out the window at work, though, and saw a beautiful pink blush in the western sky. Mmmm. It was delightful.
And, more crepuscular rays. Sorry to keep going on and on and on about them, but the clouds we’ve had recently have created some gorgeous ray action. This photo was taken at the intersection of Starnes Rd and Reeves Rd, near Ellettsville.
In other photographic news, I found some pretty straightforward instructions for making a pinhole camera, using a 35mm camera body. w00t! That means that the film can be commercially developed, which is important, as I don’t have easy access to a darkroom or a way to dispose of chemicals. I’m going to play around with it this weekend, weather permitting.
red paper boat 