Piglet Percival Smith

Glamor Shot

ETA for comparison, the same photo uploaded to Flickr. Whatever Blogger does when it compresses photos is NOT attractive.

Pear 2

Pear 2
oil pastel, acrylic, and collage on canvas
6 x 6 inches

Pear

Pear
oil pastel, acrylic, and collage on canvas
6 x 6 inches

Mother-wings

Oh, beautiful half-fledged
thoughts of mine
peeping out
from the mother-wings,
mad as a hare,
and should be in chains

Crows

Every winter, the crows come to Bloomington. Thousands and thousands and thousands of them, all over town. This small group was congregating near the lot where I park my car.

Sleep deep sister star

Sleep deep sister star
dream dark
in the circling night
and remember me

Ella Wheeler Wilcox's Inner Goth Girl

I started working on this book months ago, then got sidetracked when Harried died. I've started working on it again. I haven't scanned any of the new pages yet, but have been photographing the poems as I finish them. Mostly so that when a cat inevitably scatters the pieces, I know how to put them back together.



Forget all these dead
still
ever and always
Who sit down, uninvited
And make a nightmare
of solitude.



This is what the carcass of the donor book looks like. I mostly took a photo of it because book abuse makes people cry, and I'm a total jerk. But honestly, I think I'm making it better! Ella Wheeler Wilcox is just plain awful, so I like to believe that helping her get in touch with her inner goth girl is adding value. Right?

Spying on the Neighbors, Wayback Edition

Miss Harriet Brown in 2007

It's a weird sort of continuity, when I watch my new dog doing the exact same things my last dog did.

Totally Unrepentant

Some day I will learn not to leave tempting things in the living room trash.

Spying on the Neighbors

Miss Nosypants. What's funny is that I have about a zillion photos of my last dog, Harriet, doing the exact same thing.

Best Frenemies

The original Grinch cartoon was on. It's my sole Christmas concession. While watching it, I was joined by Frances and Piglet, who decided to snuggle on my lap.

I really lucked out with Franny. I've had her nine months, and I still feel like I should pinch myself.

My Boots Are in Case I Need to Kick Your Ass

My new favorite coffee mug. It's going to work with me, oh yes, it is.

Tree in Winter

A Tiny Poem

I see the stars above me,
world on world
ghosts
come out of the gloom.

Water, Water, Everywhere

It warmed up, and now it's raining. And raining, and raining, and raining. I don't think I've ever seen the back field this flooded. And it doesn't look like the rain is going to let up until morning.

Snugglepig

Sometimes Piglet stops being a jerk for five minutes and deigns to snuggle on my lap.

We rise up

We rise up tangled
with the night.
Down shadowy lanes,
across Strange distances
We have come
ready for the fight.

Winnowing

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From in.gov.

Ashamed Bear Is Ashamed

I'm sure this is not how Coke would like its brand to be depicted.

Stay Assy, Facebook

So this happened. I posted about Frances getting locked in the bedroom today (don't know if maintenance came in and shut her in the bedroom or if she somehow closed the door herself). She has confinement anxiety and totally freaked out, including exploding from both ends, all over the carpet. O gross! But mostly I was feeling awful that she had such a horrible, terrible day. Poor dog.

And then Facebook thought it would be just awesome to insert a carpet ad into my post. Totally inappropriate, I think! And there's no way to flag the ad, so I'm complaining loudly about it on my Facebook page, and now here, too, because WHAT THE HELL, FACEBOOK? Are things so dire that you have to make a few pennies off my sick, scared dog?

Braille

This was a gift from the Big Giant Head, who retired a couple of weeks ago but is still in the process of cleaning out her office. It's a sheet of Braille text created by a visiting book artist.

Oh My Darling, Clementine

The Ball

This ball came from the shelter with Frances. Somehow she's managed not to destroy it. Yet.

Crankypantsing, AHOY!

My Wordpress blog got hacked AGAIN. I'm beyond pissed off, not least because my web host was not at all helpful. So because I was pissed off, I deleted the whole damn thing, database and all. I should probably have had a margarita or two first, to cool off, but it's done now. That blog went back to 2005 and was basically my online diary, and it's gone. I did back up the database, but unless I want to start another Wordpress blog, it's not going to be very useful.

So. Here's a photo of a ridiculously cute dog being ridiculously cute, because ridiculously cute dogs make everything better.

So long as we love

A page from a 1938 autograph book belonging to a 7th grade girl.



"So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend."
"Stevenson"

Tithonia

Surprise flower is surprising. I planted some mixed seeds last spring, but most of them didn't come up. This did, though. I almost pulled it, assuming it was a weed. It finally bloomed a couple of days ago.

Magic

I came to work yesterday and saw this tacked to the exterior of a coworker's cubicle. A dryer sheet. They're all over the inside, too. Another coworker told her that dryer sheets ward off bedbugs. Ward off. Apparently they work like hex signs.

Eastern Tiger Swallowtail