- I’ve been hearing distant thunder all afternoon. The storm finally made its way here, and it’s a good one. It’s raining so hard, the trees across the river are hazy. Poppy has been napping for almost two hours now. That’s usually her limit, but with the rain falling on the metal roof, she might be down for another half hour or so.
- There’s a wasps’ nest outside one of our windows, and the little beasts have been slowly infiltrating the apartment. Marsha T. Cat has done a valiant job dispatching them — she’s on the prowl as we speak — but I still think I’m going to have maintenance take care of the nest.
- I read over the sewing machine manual today and was left quite overwhelmed. So I looked up basic sewing classes in the area. If one of them fits into Rockford’s schedule (so he can be home with Pi), I think I’ll sign up for one.
Category Archives: Flotsam / Jetsam
Not quite sausage
It is 5am. The weary, bleary-eyed traveler stumbles into the convenience store in search of something she can call “breakfast.” As she wanders past the fully stocked hot dog machine, a question calls out in her sleep-deprived mind: “Why do they need a fully stocked hot dog machine at 5 o’clock in the morning?”
Before the question has fully cleared her thoughts, a scrawny, scraggly man whirlwinds into the store, muttering, “Man, I’m starved.” He heads straight for the hot dog machine. He does not hesitate when confronted with the rows of steamy dogs. This frankfurter will be his breakfast, and it will be enclosed in this squishy bun. It is his destiny.
The Paper Crane Project
I signed up some time ago to participate in The Paper Crane Project. The woman behind the project is making and sending out 1,000 origami cranes. In return, the cranes’ recipients are supposed to take a picture of their crane, print it and mail it to her. I’m not sure what she plans to do with 1,000 pictures of origami cranes, but I thought it would be fun, so I signed up.
I got my crane in the mail last week. I haven’t had much opportunity to pose the crane, but I did introduce it to Marsha T. Cat a few days ago. Marsha did not appreciate the beautiful paper or the crane’s delicate folds. Marsha is something of a Neanderthal.