Lesson number one

Let there be rock

International incident

Caught in the Canuck flag

Maggie's 1st fur-cut

Has to go to the groomer every 3 months, though

I had an idea

Quartered breathing

Fixed it w/a roto-zip and chisel

See the camera in the reflection? Don't know what's so hard about putting these things in the right place and hanging the doors so that they actually close and latch. New house, less than 2000 square feet. But three doors were screwed up the day we moved in. It's hard to sculpt with a roto-zip, but it it even harder to use the roto-zip bit in a regular drill because you can't find the stupit chuck device for the roto-zip machine.

Maggie took this from the upstairs bath

Toilet paper. She tore it apart, leaving a trail all the way from the stairs on the other side of the house, while we watched The Chronicle of Narnia up there. Something about the cardboard in the middle is tasty, I guess. But you have to take all the white stuff off to get there.

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Tracks in the snow this morning

The picture doesn't really do justice to how small these things are. They are about as long as an aglet and almost as thin. I should have put something in for scale. It doesn't seem to hop like a squirrel, and they seem smaller than squirrel tracks anyway. They came from the farmers porch in the front of the house and ended at a hole next to the birch tree that we had to cut down two years ago. I didn't see where they went after that, so the hole may have something in it.

9-year-old son made dinner for us

Beautiful, Isn't it? Pasta with red sauce and some sort of meat in it (onions, too). The salad is green leaf lettuce with dried cranberries and cherries, mandarin oranges, balsamic vinagrette. Then there is bread with garlic and olive oil dipping bowls. The drink there is some sort of sparkling water with blackberries in it. That is his hand, on the left hand side, gratin fresh parmesan cheese onto the pasta. He made it all himself, even boiling the pasta and draining it, etc. My wife helped with advice and instructions on certain fine points, but he conceived the whole thing and carried it out himself.

Finally started my pirate story

Only a couple of weeks left to put something together for Glimmer Magazine's pirate story contest. I've been toying with an idea for weeks now and finally found a free hour to get going on it. The pencil, perched lovingly on Edward Rowe Snow's Pirates and Bucaneers of the Atlantic Coast has been carefully (but not quite silently) chewed by Maggie. I thought it might be something in the cedar, but the Wife says that Maggie likes the carbon, for some reason.

Didn't want to go out; doesn't want to go in.

The temperature dropped like twenty degrees last night. When Maggie sniffs the ground, which I guess you have to do when you are a dog, her little blocak nose gets really cold. And she walks funny, too. The ground is so cold that she keeps thinking she has stepped on something weird.

Dog with 12-string

First time in ages I played this one. Mostly old tunes by Mojo Nixon, the Beat Farmers.

Still life with fiber

Fruit, walnuts, omega-3s

The stamp game

Dad's night at the montessori

Poor Po

Took this on a rainy Connecticut Thanksgiving Day, 2006, but neglected to post it then. Since I left my phone at home today, I thought I'd post this instead.

Po was always my favorite Teletubbie. O.K., Po was the only one I liked.

This stuffed version was owned by Strawberry, a golden retriever. She is a small doll, not the actual Po that is seen on TV. Still, it was disheartening to see her out in the yard like that, face down in the rain.

That's Maggie, sniffing at Po with her "I'm really concerned about this beloved TV icon" posture.

Hanging's not too good for them

Back working for the Development office, I hanged my degrees on the wall, 'cause how else would anyone know?

Anarchy in Belmont

I've always wondered if the graffitist intended this ironically.

Cycad

New Year's Day Burlington Vermont

Day 1