These two are not besties, so usually when they touch noses, it’s a prelude to someone getting their face slapped. In this case, Polly was getting ready to tell Piglet to get offa her lawn.
Category: Photography
Belt of Venus
I got up to get coffee, and my good timing was rewarded with a pretty sky view.
Begface
Thomas has upped his begging game by insinuating his giant head between me and my spinach pizza. It didn’t do him any good, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Action Shot
My phone camera plus low light plus perpetual motion Thomas equals crappy photos. But the Prisma app can sometimes kinda sorta rescue them. I like the way this one turned out. He was chasing his evening snack in a StarMark treat ball.
(I don’t get kickbacks from the company. I just strongly recommend this treat ball. It survived daily use from Frances, stuffed with chunks of raw carrot. And now Thomas has decided it’s his favorite thing in the world. He brings it to me and puts it in my lap, when he thinks it might be snack time. I like his technique much better than Franny’s. She used to throw the ball at my head, when she wanted me to fill it with carrots. Unfortunately for me, her aim was excellent.)
Will Thomas Eat It?
It’s grapefruit season! Thomas and I are both excited about that.
Patrick Basquill 1838-1894
screen shot from Cumberland Family Tree
So many notes!
I have no idea who his parents were, though there are a couple of possible avenues to explore. I also don’t know when he immigrated to the US. All I do know is that he was a bricklayer and spent his entire adult life in the Army, until his final discharge for medical reasons. He died soon after, at the age of 55, and is buried at the US Soldiers’ and Airmen’s Home National Cemetery in Washington, D.C.
He served four stints in the Army, and each time was discharged with a notation that his character was either very good or excellent. He was discharged from his first enlistment at the rank of sergeant, but when he re-enlisted, it was as a private, and that’s the rank he stayed at until his final discharge.
It’s an impressive trail of paperwork that doesn’t tell us much about the man himself. I hope I can eventually figure out who his parents were, at the very least.
(You’ll note that my place names are not the standard four fields and that they’re missing their country designation. That’s a screenshot from my one name study database, and that data isn’t normally something I’d share. I handle it a little differently, because of the way I use that database.)
Hello, December
I saw these little guys growing on a mulberry tree stump, when I walked the dog this evening. Mushrooms. In December. Surely that’s a sign of the apocalypse?
Grey Morning
The view from the third floor was not very impressive this morning.
Snow Boots
I found the perfect winter dog walking boots in the kids’ department. And they’re teal, with hot pink zippers.
Boys
They sleep together at night, but other than that, they don’t interact much. I stayed home from work today, though, after hurting my back, and spent the morning on the couch with Thomas, a heating pad, and Doctor Who. I fell asleep and woke up to find that Piglet had joined us.
red paper boat 