I’m learning how to create name authority records, at work. As the person teaching the class warned, the material is “excruciatingly dense.” Tomorrow we’re covering corporate bodies, which actually sounds kind of interesting to me, since I used to catalog gov docs.
I love the baby dinosaur noises he makes when he plays rolly-polly.
The insides of pianos fascinate me.
I missed this in my earlier searching through Atlanta newspapers for my third great grandfather, Henry Lewis Hoover. I’ve had bits of The House that Jack Built floating around in my head all day.
“Lost,” The Atlanta Constitution, 25 Apr 1879, p. 2, col. 8; digital images, Newspapers.com (www.newspapers.com : accessed 15 Jul 2017). Rec. Date: 14 May 2017.
LOST.
STTAYED OR STOLEN–A DARK RED Brindle Cow, crumply horns, bored for hollow horn and nails inserted in the openings. Ample reward for her delivery at 28 Connolly street. Dr. H. L. Hoover.
A few years ago I tested a couple of pedometer apps on my phone. They all drained the battery, because they couldn’t work in the background. That seems to have changed. This one works quite well (it was within a few steps of my wristband tracker), and there isn’t any noticeable impact on battery life.
I think half those steps were at Kroger. The store is huge, and a wristband tracker doesn’t work well when you’re pushing a shopping cart. It’s nice to finally get official credit for those steps!
I’m almost done with my cat sitting job. I’ll miss the amazing views, but I’ll be glad to have one less thing on my plate.
Thomas got an early morning bath, after walking through a patch of poison ivy. Baths are not his favorite thing, but a little peanut butter makes them almost tolerable.
He could hardly wait for me to empty his new box, so he could take it out for a test drive.
The creek was low and lazy today, even though it rained this afternoon.
I went for a Sunday drive in the country.
Thomas and his ducky helped with laundry.
red paper boat 