Black Eyed Susan
Queen Anne’s Lace
Queen Anne’s Lace
Conch Shell
This is the second time I’ve photographed this shell. It’s half sunk into the ground, by the front door of the house where I’m cat sitting. This is from a slightly different angle, and the image was processed differently. I like the way it turned out.
Harvestman on Goldenrod
I saw some bits of yellow blooming in the far end of the yard, at the house where I’m cat sitting. I took my camera over to investigate, and found one lone clump of goldenrod. On it was a harvestman.
Buffy vs. Edward
This is freaking brilliant. It does a pretty good job of underscoring everything that’s wrong with the Twilight storyline. I mean, what girl really needs her very own, personal, control freak stalker?
Squoosh
One of the many things I love about Boxers is their squooshy faces. Harriet’s face is not as flat or as wrinkly as those of many Boxers, but she still manages to squish her lips into amusing positions. They’re especially malleable when she’s relaxed or sleeping, as she is in this photo. As for why she’d want to sleep with her nose pressed against her leg, I have no idea. It sure doesn’t look comfortable to me.
Shells and Shards
One day last summer, my mom and I walked the dog along the river by her house. I picked up some shells and pottery shards, put them in a bag, brought them home, and promptly forgot about them. I came across them this morning and thought they’d make a nice photo.
The Princess and the Pea
Merely sleeping on the big bed isn’t enough for the likes of Miss Brown. She has to utilize every single pillow, too.
I started a new cat sitting job this evening. They always leave a check, and I got there to find that it was a little more than $200 short. That’s significant, and I am rightsomejesus pissed off about it. I didn’t renegotiate a lower rate with her, and if I had, I’d be charging her more, not less, as the job has gotten more complicated than it was when I first started watching her cats.
We are not amused!
Photo of the Day
African Violet Bud
That’s all I’ve got today, which is probably a good thing. I managed to sign my lease renewal form on the wrong line (called and was told, “Everybody does that!” Um, maybe you should redesign the form if “everybody” finds it confusing?), I couldn’t get through to the vet’s office (I need to make sub-q fluids appointments for the cat I’m sitting for this month, but all their phone lines were tied up), and I forgot to stop at the PO for stamps on my way home. I am apparently brain dead, and I can’t even blame it on being zoned out on allergy meds, because I forgot them at home.
And More Letters to Esther
I did a few more letters this afternoon. The one from Josephine cracked me up. She spent the whole letter complaining that she was too busy to be messing around with letter writing. Etiquette fail! The one from Fred Reffe is kind of interesting, too. I guess Esther told him it was okay to write to her. He’s kind of a pompous ass, though, and I’d be a little concerned if I didn’t already know that it doesn’t really go anywhere.
October 19, 1921 from Clark
October 21, 1921 from Mamma
October 23, 1921 from Josephine Martin
October 23, 1921 from Fred A. Reffe
Just to show why it takes so long to transcribe some of the letters, here’s a page from the most recent one from Esther’s mother. It was written in pencil–now faded–on what looks like paper from a school exercise book. The paper is pulpy and has darkened so much that it’s almost the same shade as the pencil. When the foreground and background values are so similar, it’s almost impossible to Photoshop it into submission.
Mostly, though, I just wanted to share the little drawing. I think it’s pretty wonderful how much the family relies on the older kids’ input on stuff like their on-going home renovation.
red paper boat 