I always assume the problem is on my end, because my connection is often really crappy. Thanks, Comcast! I think it’s on Ancestry’s end, this time. Very frustrating. It’s probably time to call it quits and play with cute kittens.
I mean, seriously, could she be any cuter? IDONOTTHINKSO.
“Send help!” –Frances
Hot cocoa coffee, that is. And arting.
There is a long-term elevator overhaul and repair project underway at work. One of the cars they’re fixing right now has been positioned on our floor today. For a while, the car interior was showing, but now the top of the car is visible, with all its workings.
I walk by this every morning at work, on my way to my desk. I worry about people, sometimes.
#whatisthisijustdonteven
Frances says she has no problems to report. Pointy Thing loves her, and that’s all that matters.
My life is all about Québec these days. I also have a request in for a historic atlas of Canada. Maps are always helpful.
As I was trying to sort and pre-treat laundry this morning, Piglet decided he just had to plop himself right in the middle of my work space. There were very important birds to watch, through the window. You can always tell when he’s happy, because his tail curls up. Birds make Piglet very, very happy.
The TEEFS are killing me. Vicious, vicious Pit Bull.
Slide boxes! They aren’t a perfect solution, but they’re an improvement over the Ziploc bags my grandpa’s slides were stored in.
I grabbed the Tori Amos piano books for my youngest brother. I used to drag him to shows when he was a wee tot, and one of them was Tori. He’s always loved her music.
The Noel Streatfield book reminded me of a childhood friend who died a few years ago. She introduced me to Dancing Shoes and Trixie Belden.
And a couple of pairs of jeans, Shel Silverstein, and some old, cloth covered binders, to round it all out.
red paper boat 