There are a bunch of hydrangea bushes with dried, dead flowers in front of the student health center. They’re kind of interesting.
Month: November 2015
Eleven Days Post-op
Her incision keeps looking better and better. And while she hates the cone with the heat of ten thousand suns, she isn’t letting it get in the way of her begging.
Musical Interlude
More Songs for Margaret by Cotton Jones
This came up on the Magical iPod a few days ago, and it’s been stuck in my head ever since.
Toad in a Hole
My brother reminded me that we used to have toad in a hole when we were kids, so I made some for breakfast. Or more like lunch, I guess. What do you call the first meal of the day, when it’s at 3pm?
Metamora
A family friend visited us multiple times over the course of several years and took tons of photos and slides. At some point, he gave them to my mom, and she asked me to scan the slides for her, since I have a slide scanner. This is just a few of the more general photos. These were taken between 1979 and 1980, in Metamora, Indiana.
Below the aqueduct
Foggy canal
Candle Shop (?) and Post Office
Train
Canal and Water Wheel
Canal Days crowds
Canal Days vendors
Canal Days vendors near the mill park
Gristmill interior
Inside our woodworking shop
Me reading
Will of Christian Meineke
I’ve gradually been going through the text file of the database for my old blog and adding those entries. It may seems silly, since blogs are ephemeral, but it’s been helpful. For one thing, I found out that I was missing a big chunk of photos. I’d uploaded them to my website but not to Flickr, and then I lost my entire image database. It’s good to have them on Flickr, too, because you can never have too many back-ups, right?
Tonight I hit a strata of entries where I was doing a lot of genealogical research and was prompted to do another sweep of Ancestry.com for information on my grandpa’s family. I found his great-grandfather’s will, which gave me goosebumps. Also, I now know where and when he died. That has been a dead-end for me for years.
Alsoalsoalso! Sleeping at Last has been on heavy rotation in my life over the last year or so. He’s got a new album of Christmas cover songs out, and it’s “pay what you want” via Noise Trade. I’m not a huge holiday music fan (or a huge holiday anything fan, to be honest), but if you’re looking for something new and seasonal to listen to, check it out.
Eight Days Post-op
The bruising is almost gone, and everything looks great. Frances has been such a good sport about this whole thing. She gets frustrated with the cone sometimes, but she doesn’t let it get her down.
Pitball
Seven Days Post-op
The incision looks pretty good, I think. Frances is over the whole cone thing, but she’s being a trooper.
The histopathology report is finally back. The vet called this afternoon with the results. One tumor was malignant, but they gave it a grade 1 and the margins were good, so I’m cautiously optimistic that it hasn’t metastasized. Frances will need a second surgery to remove the remaining tumors, and that’s scheduled for next Wednesday.
In the meantime, we’re finding ways to entertain ourselves. There are few things more ridiculous as a dog in a cone trying to get carrot slices out of a treat ball.
Also, because I haven’t spent enough time sitting on my ass, waiting for other people, I got up at 6am so I could get a shower and run to the grocery store before maintenance came to fix some stuff in my apartment. And then I rushed home to put away groceries and frantically clean the bathroom and kitchen. And then I say on my ass all day and waited. And waited. And waited.
Maybe they’ll show up on Friday?
Rare Frilled Fruit Bat Lizard
She hates the cone with the heat of ten thousand suns, but she’s trying to be a good sport about it.
Still no news on the histopathology report. Hmf.
red paper boat 