Not many smiles here . . . Poor Soul has to go to Kat Kamp (krazy name, huh?), along with Bear, who left on an earlier bus.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
going . . .
Not many smiles here . . . Poor Soul has to go to Kat Kamp (krazy name, huh?), along with Bear, who left on an earlier bus.
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I'll be back in early July
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
transportation
Feet allow for all kinds of transport to areas not accessible by any other means. At least once a year, I do polish my shoes, the ones I've been wearing a lot. I think it's important to keep my shoes in good repair. They are comfortable, and dependable; they deserve some TLC.

The polish in this apple basket is years and years old; it never seems to diminish in amount or lose it's ability to do the job. Mysterious.
The polish in this apple basket is years and years old; it never seems to diminish in amount or lose it's ability to do the job. Mysterious.
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themed thursday
quick dog update
Puglsey, now Stan, has had his manhood removed, and is alive and well, living with an adoptive mother in Virginia. There seems to be a vigorous network of dog-savers, many for specific breeds, but most will make an exception for just about anyone. There was apparently quite an e-mail thread amongst the savers (I'll meet you in Roanoke; Can you get him to . . .?). So he is safe, well, and most assuredly loved. Who could not love him?
I learned that pugs do NOT like being outdoors, and crave all manner of kindness (as we all do).
I learned that pugs do NOT like being outdoors, and crave all manner of kindness (as we all do).
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pugsley rescue
Sunday, June 22, 2008
mixed bunch
Tasha Tudor died the other day at 92. I picked up a cookbook written and illustrated by her not too long ago, but I've loved her illustrations since I was a child. We used to live not too far from her, but I never saw her in person. A friend of a friend acquired a loom from her, but that is as close as I'd gotten. She had a love of corgi dogs, and lived an anachronistic life, according to her own pleasures and rules. She had two husbands, but divorced them both, I believe, saying one of them didn't like hard work (I'm sure she said it more wryly). I think I'm going to try to find my own inner path, and listen more closely. I try and rush through to "get it done" and don't think of the process. Oddly, I do get very zen about housework and cooking . . . I must channel my inner hausfrau rather than my inner artist . . .

I've also been thinking about dentists; Kimy mentioned the other day on my post about the dentist that she had suffered trauma as a child at the dentist, as did I (I think I've written somewhere about being chased around the office as a child, with the dentist wielding a syringe filled with Novocaine . . . frightened out of my wits ). Surely we types deserve a day (Dental Anguish Day) or a support group (Tooth Gnashers)??

Anyway, I'm working hard on yet another text, L is excited and nervous about college week in the city, and I'm excited as well, as I hope to meet up with another blogger . . . And I forgot to mention that the other evening at dusk, I went out onto the deck, to enjoy the cool after the hot day. What did I see in the back, near the edge of the woods but a young doe. She looked right at me, too, and stood nibbling at a few leaves, before silently disappearing into the gloom. Perhaps this sighting has some portent? I hadn't seen her before, nor have I since.

These photos are of some of blooms around my yard; we've got lots of butterfly-attracting plants. The milkweed is indeed a weed, and pops up in the middle of the lawn now. We've got butterfly bush, and butterfly weed. The caterpillars will enjoy the leaves, too.
I've also been thinking about dentists; Kimy mentioned the other day on my post about the dentist that she had suffered trauma as a child at the dentist, as did I (I think I've written somewhere about being chased around the office as a child, with the dentist wielding a syringe filled with Novocaine . . . frightened out of my wits ). Surely we types deserve a day (Dental Anguish Day) or a support group (Tooth Gnashers)??
Anyway, I'm working hard on yet another text, L is excited and nervous about college week in the city, and I'm excited as well, as I hope to meet up with another blogger . . . And I forgot to mention that the other evening at dusk, I went out onto the deck, to enjoy the cool after the hot day. What did I see in the back, near the edge of the woods but a young doe. She looked right at me, too, and stood nibbling at a few leaves, before silently disappearing into the gloom. Perhaps this sighting has some portent? I hadn't seen her before, nor have I since.
These photos are of some of blooms around my yard; we've got lots of butterfly-attracting plants. The milkweed is indeed a weed, and pops up in the middle of the lawn now. We've got butterfly bush, and butterfly weed. The caterpillars will enjoy the leaves, too.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Amusements, of a sort
A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single abusurdity. —Oliver Goldsmith
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themed thursday
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Wiped out
Really. I spent the entire morning at the dentist (9:30 to 12), with my mouth held open by biting down on a wedge device. That whine of the drill! Shrill, then that dull, down-in-the-mines grinding. Mysterious requests: color B3? no. Fill it with the double zero? passed back and forth between the dentist and his assistant.
Asking me: Bite. And . . . OPEN. Bite again . . . and . . . OPEN.
I'm ground down, in more ways than one.
But I have two temporaries. So there's that. And no pain at the end of it all, so I love my dentist. I really do. He even gave me a little chit for a free milkshake, because I couldn't eat. (Although I hate to go to see him.)
Two more down; how many to go?
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dentist
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Today is
WWKIP Day! Yes, World Wide Knit in Public Day!
I wish I had some photos, but I don't . . . Our group had breakfast and then moved on to lunch at another venue.
I wish I had some photos, but I don't . . . Our group had breakfast and then moved on to lunch at another venue.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Bridges . . .
Thanks to D. Chedwick Bryant and Mouse, there is a theme for Thursdays this summer, and maybe beyond. L and I went out the other day to photograph the bridges here (there are four). This is mostly her work; any wonky one is mine.


Sally, I've got some scaffolding for you, but no crane in this shot:


Frankly, this one below is my favorite, and of course L took it. She was trying to capture a low-flying heron, but he or she disappeared before she could take its picture.


Here's a little 360 degree spree:
Sally, I've got some scaffolding for you, but no crane in this shot:
Frankly, this one below is my favorite, and of course L took it. She was trying to capture a low-flying heron, but he or she disappeared before she could take its picture.
Here's a little 360 degree spree:
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themed thursday
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