It’s not just Caturday. Today is also Henry’s and Polly’s got day. I cant believe I’ve had them six years. That just doesn’t seem possible. they were horrid, rotten, bad kittens, but they grew up into pretty fabulous cats. and who knew that Henry would be such a dog lover?
From my break-time trawl through the stacks. There are several shelves of this periodical from the early 1800s. It looks like the bindings are almost, if not actually, as old as the books. Most are in decent condition, but a few spines are broken, allowing me to peek underneath their skirts, so to speak.
“Ain’t nothin wrong with that.” Indeed.
Oh look! It rained again!
More Wild Kingdom in the back field. I think they must be cleaning up bunny bits left over from the coyotes.
Frances exercised some self-control and didn’t bark even once. She wanted to, oh yes, she did, but she refrained.
Sometimes Wild Kingdom happens right outside my window.
The clocks at work are often wrong for weeks (or months) after the DST time changes. Some thoughtful, smartassy soul fixed the one on our floor.
Irish Petty Sessions Court Registers, Castlebar, County Mayo, Ireland 15 Nov 1899
William Basquil and his wife, Anne, were my 2nd great grand uncle and aunt. John was their son. It’s impossible to figure out the order of events, but there were multiple assaults by William, Anne, and John on various Byrnes, a Byrne fence thrown down, and a charge of cruelty to animals against a Byrne for beating a Basquil cow.
red paper boat 