Empty Booth by Wetsun, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license
They’ve been tarting up the west side of the 3rd floor. The old study carrels are gone, and in their place are some lovely new booths. I swear, it looks like some sort of breakfast dive.
Pictures shall, of course, be forthcoming. In the meantime, I’ve trawled Flickr for IHOP photos.
On my way home, while stopped at a red light, I looked up and saw this flock of birds perched on the power lines running across the street.
And not a cloud in the sky!
I did a couple of loads of laundry when I got home from work. This sign was taped to the wall in the stairwell leading to the basement. I think it’s a little odd. First of all, I’m sure they don’t mean to thank us for the wet paint. I also wonder what they want us to do about the wet paint. I mean, is there an invisible “Beware” or “Caution”?
And where, exactly, is the wet paint? I assumed it was on the walls, because that’s where the sign was located. However, about halfway across the floor, I realized I was wrong. Thankfully, the floor was completely dry. Surely, when painting a floor, one would block access to the room with the ubiquitous orange cones or some sort of barrier? Wouldn’t one? One would not, I think, place a sign on a wall. And one would definitely not place a sign on a wall in a stairwell that is a half flight of steps away, and around the corner from, the painted floor. Surely?!
I’ve taken photos of this window before. The frost on the glass was beautiful.
Mountain of Trash
High Chair
This is just a fraction of the trash left by the horrible tenants.
Sunday Morning
I’m going out to Owen County this afternoon, to pick up a few things and maybe take some pictures. I’m glad I’m not driving. It shouldn’t be bad, as there wasn’t that much snow, but there is a layer of ice underneath everything, and you never know whether or not the roads out there will have been treated.
Electrical Box
I took this yesterday, while the sun was trying to shine. It’s been sitting on the outside window ledge on the 3rd floor landing of the main library for months. I assume the workers left it there when they were doing the facade repairs.
I don’t know when or if we’ll ever see the sun again. We got the promised snow. Are still getting it, in fact. I thought it might be a false alarm, because when I took Miss Brown out for last call, there was a distinct lack of cloud cover. I could clearly see Orion.
Snow
Dog Tracks
Cirrostratus Clouds Before Sunset
The clouds thinned and thickened and thinned again today, but they never cleared away completely. I stopped at the grocery store after work, and as I was leaving, I got out my camera and took a couple of photos of the sky.
Cirrostratus are sheets of high, wispy clouds. They are usually thin enough to see the sun and moon through, and they often produce beautiful halos and arcs. When these clouds thicken, as they were starting to do toward the west (the darker area to the lower right), it usually means that a front is approaching. We’re supposed to get snow and all manner of icy foulness starting tonight and lasting for, I think, about 24 hours.
A coworker is retiring at the end of the year. Someone sent her a bouquet of gorgeous red roses yesterday, I assume because she’ll be leaving soon. It’s sort of bittersweet. She’s worked here her entire life, and I don’t think she’d planned on leaving quite yet, but she’s developed some mobility issues that make her job very difficult.
Anyway, the flowers are pretty. I think I probably caught them at peak color, but roses are fragile, and they’re starting to decay already. The whole thing makes me think of the Rasputina song Rose K.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts and then it is dead.
red paper boat 