Why, yes, it is a blogworthy milestone. Why do you ask?
One of my all-time favorite photos of Harriet, taken in January 2006
I couldn’t find Pandora when I got home yesterday. I looked everywhere, then looked everywhere again. I finally found her on top of the fridge. Now, back when she was younger, she used to perch on the fridge and every other high surface in the house. She hasn’t done that so much the past few years, as she’s gotten more frail and wobbly. Apparently she’s feeling pretty spry these days, though, because she has claimed Mt. Fridge as her own personal queendom.
While waiting for the painters, I played around with making a pinhole “lens” for my DSLR. The results are not exactly great, but it was kind of fun. The first two were done with a simple round piece of cardboard with a circle punched in the middle, then a piece of aluminum foil taped over the hole. I poked a teeny tiny hole poked in the foil, then taped the piece of cardboard over the front of my camera.
These turned out better than the one below, which was done with an adapted body cap. I melted a hole in it with a hot safety pin (candle + pliers), then covered the hole with a piece of metallic automotive tape that had a smaller hole poked in it. I think the hole in this one was actually too small.
So I enlarged it slightly.
Obviously, this is going to require tinkering.
I saw this little guy while I was out with the dog. I liked the way he was perched, and luckily, he was still there when I came back with my camera.
We called these daddy longlegs when I was a kid. They are arachnids, but not spiders. Unlike spiders, which have two clear body segments, the harvestman’s cephalothorax and abdomen appear fused. Also unlike spiders, the have peni. Just FYI.
The weather has been absolutely gorgeous the past few days. Some of the trees are beginning to turn (sassafras and flame-leaf sumac are the first to go). I’m a little concerned that we haven’t had enough rain to get really nice colors, though. If it’s too dry, the leaves will turn straight to brown.
This is why you should always take a careful look after the sutures are removed. Which I thought I’d done. But then I took a close-up photo of the incision, and when I opened it in Photoshop, what did I see? A teeny weeny blue stitch that the vet tech had missed. I could have removed most of her stitches myself, because they were looser, but I had to take her back to the vet’s office to have this one taken out. It was pretty well embedded, and I figured they have better tools for that than I do. The last thing I wanted was to clip it, then have the ends disappear into the skin.
Harriet did not want to get off the bed, so she hoisted up The Leg of Defiance. Loosely translated, it means, “I would prefer not to.”