I was in Target this afternoon, buying cat litter and Kleenex. It was in the tissue aisle that I saw this. I have no words. I rarely jump on the “Think of the children!” bandwagon, but I’m very thankful that I did not have to explain “What is bukkake?” to a 5 year old.
Male Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (Papilio glaucus) on Butterfly Bush
That little blur at the bottom of the second photo is a Hobomok skipper.
A coworker found this in a drawer she was cleaning out. She thought I’d like to look at it, so she brought it to work. I got permission from her to scan, transcribe, and upload the entire album, so that other people could look at it. It might be of use for genealogical research.
The album belonged to Mr. James Thomas Ricketts, a teacher at the Yorktown School, in Yorktown, Tippecanoe County, Indiana. Most of the entries are from 1886, with a few later ones in 1890. Yorktown no longer exists. It was de-platted in 1969. All that remains is a cemetery.
I’m finished transcribing all the entries, but I’ve only had time to do a few cursory look ups in the Census records. The entire album can be seen here.
Painted Lady (Vanessa cardui) on Zinnia
Zinnia
Today we are practicing using our words. Apparently this is activity that is fraught with the danger of being misunderstood, so it’s best to choose them carefully.
The salt sea storm
Here heaves my boat
Upon the never was shore
We’re supposed to be packing up all the extraneous junk in our cubicles, so I spent some time today taking down my poetry magnets. I made one last poemlet before I boxed them up.
Tomatoes, onions, garlic, green pepper, and black beans are going over rice, with cheese, and maybe some guacamole on the side.
The Romper-Stompers were up to their usual shenanigans last night, so I was awake until about 3am. Not good. I think they must have kept Harriet up, too, because she was kind of appalled when I woke her up this morning. “More sleeping, pleaseandthanks!”
My assy upstairs neighbors continue to astound. Today’s festivities involved the dude (I’ll call him Doofus) letting his clearly untrained puppy (name of Lola) run off leash in the back field. Harriet, being an old lady dog, has to pee frequently. So I took her outside. Lola came galloping toward us. I told Doofus that Harriet is dog aggressive. Doofus called his (again, CLEARLY UNTRAINED) puppy, who totally ignored him, because she has no idea what the word “come” means.
Harriet, bless her heart, has a small amount of tolerance for puppies. Otherwise, it would have been ugly when Lola stuck her nose in Harriet’s face. Since Doofus was incapable of controlling Lola, I took Harriet back inside. She still hadn’t peed, though, so I watched out the window until Doofus and Lola were (I thought) a safe distance away from my patio.
So. I took Harriet back outside. Harriet peed. Lola saw us, and we had a repeat of the above scene. I took Harriet inside before Lola got to us, but I didn’t have time to close the patio door before Lola shoved her head inside my apartment. WTFBBQ?!
And now, a photo of an avocado. It was perfectly ripe and damnfinetasty.
red paper boat 