So, I was trolling Flickr, like ya’ do, and stumbled across this (the interesting–to me, anyway–photos start on the second page). In college I ended up at quite a few parties with folks on the fringe of the group I hung around with, mostly because I got dragged there (bottle of cheapfuckfightingwine in hand) by Anka. He and I were in the art program together, and worked together at the art museum. There are a couple of photos of Ambrosia and one of Vivian, a few of Rachael, one, I think, of Laura Lane (she’s unidentified, though), and a bunch of names that I remember but can no longer put with faces.
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Two for Joy
The folks I was cat sitting for had, in addition to Harry and David apples and oranges, a box of pears. I picked them up this morning, and while I was there, I saw two crows in the front yard. In the UK they count magpies, but we don’t have those here, so crows will have to do.
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
Eight for a wish,
Nine for a kiss,
Ten for a bird,
You must not miss.
At the end of one year and the beginning of another, joy sounds like a good thing to have.
Fa la la la laaaaa!
I’m done cat-sitting (it was just a short stint). They’re wonderful cats (the tortie girl is a little shy, though plenty sweet, but the tuxedo boy is a giant mush), and I really like them, but it’ll be nice to sleep in tomorrow. And by sleeping in, I mean getting up at 4:30 instead of 4:00. Ugh.
And then, it’ll be the weekend! A nice, long one, too, so I’m hoping for lots of arting time.
Since I have bupkis today, I think I’ll just leave you with this. It’s as close to the holiday spirit as I’m likely to get this year.
True story: A neighbor of ours, years ago, raised a baby ‘possum. It lived in her shirt for several months, until it was old enough to be weaned.
Fa la la la laaaaa!
That is all. As you were, comrades!
Sweet
When I left the house this morning, the air smelled sweet and wonderful. That would never happen in Muncie. I don’t know if it’s because there are so many trees here or because the wind patterns take Gary’s air to Muncie. Whatever the reason, it always seems to smell good here, especially in the early mornings. Muncie, not so much. I lived there for almost 20 years, and I don’t recall ever thinking the air smelled sweet.
Stay Weird, Freecycle
Someone posted to the local Freecycle group, offering a bag of table clothes. My table could use a sporty new pair of jeans, I think. Or maybe a hoodie.
There was a message to another group, in reply to a post containing a link, asking for the link to be reposted. The link, of course, was in the unsnipped portion to which the person was replying. And even if it weren’t, why can’t people just go to the group archives and look up the old post? What is wrong with people?!
Harry and David
I’m cat sitting over the holidays, and my first stop was tonight. The owners received Harry and David fruit boxes, and had extras, so they left some for me and the sitter who’s taking the second shift.
Oh. My. I thought I didn’t like red delicious apples. I periodically try them, but they are always mealy and dry, and without fail, they taste like a wad of old newspaper. Not these, though. I just had the crispest, juiciest, most flavorful apple ever. EVAR!1!eleventy!!!
Harry and David, I LOVE YOU IN ALL CAPS!
From the Department of Weird
Ever since I got home, about an hour ago, it’s been steadily raining out back. Meanwhile, the sidewalk in front is bone dry. Apparently, there’s a tiny little rain cloud stalled over the back field.
And Two More!
The USGS site and the real time sites aren’t showing anything, at least not yet, but several of us felt the tremors. Four of them, altogether. I think being on an upper floor of a building that’s resting on bedrock may magnify them. I also noticed that having my feet flat on the floor made the shaking sensation more pronounced.
Quake!
I think we just had two small tremors. Aieee!
8 Dozen Cookies Later…
I was suddenly possessed by the baking urge, so I spent the evening making 8 dozen chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. They are Teh Yum. Now, to decide whether I’m going to take them to work tomorrow, as a general holiday treat, or to wait until Wednesday, and take them for a coworker’s retirement party.
Decisions, decisions.
I think I’ll go ahead and take them tomorrow, because the baking urge, once it hits, tends to stick around for awhile. I can make something else tomorrow night for Wednesday, right?
red paper boat 