I noticed yesterday that this is stuck to the glass partition of my cubicle. Right above my computer monitor. Every time I look at it, I think of Ted Nugent. I need to find something to cover it up with, before the urge to stab out my eyeballs becomes totally overwhelming.
I have less space than the half time person in our department. You can imagine how that makes me feel.
Morning Light
It’s hard to look dignified while being attacked by the couch. I don’t know how that can be comfortable, but it must be, because she sleeps like that all the time. Sometimes I come home from work and find the couch cushions on the floor, with Harriet sleeping on the bare seat support. I wouldn’t think that would be comfortable, either!
Yesterday was our last day at the library. Monday morning we begin working at the temporary location. We’ll be there for about five months, and when we return to the library our department will be completely renovated. With cubicles. Blessed, blessed, sound dampening cubicles.
I made pasta today (yum!), and between the damp air from the rainy weather and the extra moisture from the boiling water, the windows fogged up.
The reason I have been useless and boring the past couple of months is that I’ve gotten sucked back into genealogyland. It’s like a giant black hole. I sit down at the computer for five minutes, and the next thing I know, it’s 2am. But! I’ve made a few discoveries and solved some mysteries that had been bugging me. Of course, that means I’ve created a few more that now have me completely stumped.
Like, there’s a John Joseph Baskwell living in Scranton, Pennsylvania, with his wife, Anne Simerson. According to the old city directories, he was at some points living with Baskwell/Baskerville people who I have linked to my family tree, but I cannot for the life of me figure out where he fits. The George S. Baskerville living a few doors down from some of “my” Baskwells/Baskervilles might be a plausible coincidence (as far as I can tell, he’s totally unrelated, or related so far back that there are no records to show how), but in the same house? At the same time? I can’t buy that. So John Joseph and the missus are “mine,” but I have no idea how or what to do with them.
It’s frustrating!
However, today I found my great-great grandfather Walter Basquill’s sister, Margaret, living in Massachusetts. I also found Walter’s daughter, Mary, living with them. It’s not a big thing on its own, but sometimes the small additions and connections make other things fall into place, like dominoes.
It finally started raining, and then it rained and rained and rained. We haven’t quite made up for the drought, but the grass is green and the trees are very pretty, so it’s all good.
And! My sedum is blooming at long last.
Harriet is doing fine, aside from the couch swallowing incident. No more seizures, as far as I know. She’s developed paralysis on the right side of her face (sort of like the canine equivalent of Bell’s Palsy). It isn’t bothering her, and the only time you really can tell something’s wrong is right after she eats or drinks. Then, her lower right lip gets floppy. Her new nickname is Whopperjaw.
(About the couch. I’ve got waterproof covers on the cushions, because Harriet leaks. I’ve been covering them up with towels or sheets or whatever is handy that can be washed easily. Under that is a pee pad, and under that, there’s a waterproof mattress cover.
And Henry, being a total dork.
No seizures this week. Huzzah!
I managed to keep them sorta kinda watered during the drought and watering ban, but they’re getting really straggly.
red paper boat 