I am frantically trying to get my shit together, so I can leave for vacation. Part of that meant running errands to get stuff I needed for Franny, because I'm taking her with me. She also got a new collar, which she agreed to model for me. Very sporty.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Giant Ragweed
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Art Box

I've had this same Art Bin art box since college. The interior is covered with ground-in graphite and charcoal. I washed it thoroughly. It still looks filthy, but at least the surface residue is gone now and won't rub off on stuff I put in it. I'm going to Minnesota in a few days, to visit family, and I needed something portable and easy to stow some art crap in.
Friday, August 22, 2014
Oldies
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Foggy Morning




I walked to work today, to avoid driving home this afternoon during the chaos of freshman move-in. As I was walking, the fog started to descend, and by the time I got to the edge of campus, it was pea soup. Absolutely gorgeous.
I've been averaging about 6 miles a day, according to my FitBit. I think it's probably pretty close to accurate, after comparing it to what my pedometer says. Most of that is split between walking to and from work, with a break in the afternoon to walk around in the stacks.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Loading Dock Tree
Monday, August 18, 2014
Puke Green
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
Reflections
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Advice from the Graduate Carrels

Graduate Carrel 7E, Herman B Wells Library
You can choose to blame
your circumstance on fate
or bad luck or bad choices
or you can choose to fight back.
Things aren't always going to be
fair in the real world. That's just
the way it is. But for the most
part, you get what you give.
The rest of your life is being
shaped right now with the
dreams you chase, the choices
you make and the person
you decide to be.
The rest of your life is a
long time and it starts
right now.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Dudevertising
Monday, August 11, 2014
Sunflower

The thing that I thought was a sunflower was clearly not a sunflower, onna counta it had a cone in the center and did not get any bigger. It was a Black-eyed Susan. Duh. I forgot I'd planted them a couple of years ago, and they do look an awful lot like sunflowers when they first form buds and bloom. THIS is an actual sunflower, though. With raindrops.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Saturday, August 09, 2014
Friday, August 08, 2014
Hark! A Book!
Thursday, August 07, 2014
This Is a Contorted European Filbert
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Monday, August 04, 2014
Home Is Where the Tennis Ball Is

I have never been able to crate Frances, because she has confinement anxiety. I wasn't even able to keep her confined behind baby gates when she had her knee surgery. She went right through the gate. Surprisingly, she will willingly use her crate, as long the door remains open.
This is her new travel crate. I needed something lightweight and portable to take with us to Minnesota, so Franny would have a safe spot to chill out when things get hectic. As you can see, she has moved in, unpacked, and declared it HOME.
Sunday, August 03, 2014
Saturday, August 02, 2014
Friday, August 01, 2014
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