Sunrise
How Efficient is Your Memory Palace?
The day started out nice enough, with a beautiful sunrise. Then, late this morning, the network went down. Not a huge deal though, as it came back up about 15 minutes later. In the meantime, the error message when my computer couldn’t connect with the server was kind of amusing. And finally, as I was leaving work this afternoon, I saw a whiteboard near the loading dock. It was with the “send to surplus” stuff, so I think it’s on the way out.
O gross!
The little bastards–I found three of them–have eaten one bunch of tomato plants. OVERNIGHT!!! The plants were fine yesterday, with no sign of caterpillars. When I went out to water them this evening, I noticed that something had chomped on some of the baby romas, and that a bunch of foliage was gone. GONE! Like, entire branches!
I realize these will eventually (like, after a month of chomping) turn into moths, which would be fine, except for the month of chomping part. I don’t have enough tomato plants to feed them, so The Three Little Caterpillars went bye-bye.
O rly?
The peppers are even farther behind than the tomatoes, but they’re finally starting to bloom.
While I was working on collages, I had the TV on for background noise. Bravo is running some sort of Real Housewives of New Jersey marathon today, and holy crap! Talk about a hot mess! They’re all mean and hateful, but that Caroline takes the freaking cake. She’s a nasty bully, and it’s repulsive. And now, dammit, I can’t look away!
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My tomatoes are a bit behind, because I started them late. I really ought to thin them out, except I just can’t bring myself to decide which ones to sacrifice. Especially now that they’ve got baby tomatoes on them. Itty bitty baby romas, to be exact. Yum!
See those little bits of paper and whatnot on the ground in front of the silver minivan? That was a large pile of spent fireworks and related trash. The people in No. 5 were setting them off until midnight. Right the hell behind my car. And now I have a burned spot in the paint on the hood, where one of their stupid bottle rockets landed. Assholes!
We are not amused.
Clark, Marion G. and Wilbur F. Gordy. The First Three Hundred Years In America. New York: C. Scribner’s Sons, 1931.
This book (obviously!) belonged to Miss Earlene Geneva Cash of Stroh, Indiana. According to the vital records I was able to dig up, she was born February 12, 1923, married Gordon Louis Clark on August 13, 1946, and died on November 15, 1993.
From marking the beginnings and endings of assigned readings to underlining important passages to repeatedly writing her name in the margins, Earlene left her mark all over her little history book. I love finding books that bear the scars of their histories.
I’m not sure what Sod Cash is, but I bet it’s not legal in Indiana. (That was actually a veggie pizza. All the specialty pizzas are coded as supreme in their system.)
I’m a little tired of the French Embassy.
If you enjoyed Sinks! In! Bags!, you’ll love this latest offering from our very own maintenance department. Starring: Giant Concrete Chunks That Fall From the Ceiling, a large sheet of plastic, one perturbed cataloger, and a cast of several. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, it’s way better than Cats (but what isn’t?).
And even better than that–good as it is–a look at weather.com shows that this trend is supposed to last for the next week. This does not suck!
Red-spotted Purple (Limenitis arthemis astyanax)
The red spots on the upper, top wings are just barely visible in the bottom photo. In the top photo, he’s licking the sweat from my hand. Butterfly kisses are tickly!
(The first three photos were shot with a Lensbaby 2.0 with +4 macro filter.)
red paper boat 