A seahorse was in with the starfishes.
Starfishes
Pigs. In. A. Pile.
This reminds me of the story of the Bremen Town Musicians.
Red Sky at Morning
Still Hot
It was 900 damned degrees at work again today, and I’m not exaggerating. Okay, maybe it was only 83F with 82% humidity, but that’s HOT. Someone opened the door to the west tower (we’re located in the cross section between the two towers) to try to suck some of the cool air from that side of the building. It worked, sort of, but it also created a breeze which set off the pinwheel atop a coworker’s fake ficus tree.
I am not a fan of pinwheels or fake foliage, so this monstrosity makes me cry. Every day. Especially when she changes the decorations on it. It’s now sporting tiny flip-flops and sunglasses. *boggle* The pinwheel on top has actually given me nightmares. Anyway, I thought I’d share the joy. Or misery.
(Video shot with Camera+ for iPhone and processed with 8mm.)
Sodapop
Eggs
Starfish
Yellow
There are only two more days left of my staycation, and I feel like I haven’t gotten anything done. I mean, I did get a lot accomplished, but it was all boring stuff. Probably the most exciting thing was getting the mountain of Freecycle crap listed and moved out of the studio, which is now clean and ready to work in.
I also got rid of four large bags of books, so there’s room on the shelves for the eleventy million other books I’ve bought over the last few weeks. (Yes, I am now the owner of an entire set of first edition Hardy Boys books. They aren’t worth much, but they’re very entertaining. Someday I’ll re-re-read them and keep a tally of how many times Frank, Joe, and Chet are knocked unconscious. I figure they should have been in a persistent vegetative state by the 5th or 6th book.)









