I miss this. I thought, one entry won’t be too hard…
This piece of wood absolutely refused to come into focus. I wonder too if perhaps this project has served its purpose – that I don’t actually enjoy trying to take a photo every day. At least lately I find myself not looking for opportunities to take photos, but looking for something I can take a photo of in my living room without getting up. So this experiment may be at an end, and much earlier than the 365 day goal. This is day 204, so I made it more than halfway. I think I’m no longer going to stress over it, and just keep focusing on whether it’s a fun experiment or a chore.
Permission granted from the wearer and the hippo to display their likeness here. I asked why, and the response was: At first, because I was good. Then, because it was a gag. Now, so he’s out of the way. So I leave you with this visual that I enjoy nearly daily. Enjoy.
“Furbabies” is a word derisively used by people who have children and pets for the pets other people treat as children. “Furbabies” is also a word lovingly used by people who have pets and consider them a part of the family, similar to actual children. I’m the latter. That’s one of my furbabies. I will also use “my brothers” not in the sense that they are brothers to me, but that I have four male cats from the same litter. So meet one of my brothers. (I’m pretty sure for as many pictures of my cats that make it on this blog, I’m a Cat Lady. That I might be odd was already established. I wish Odd Cat Lady flowed as well as “Crazy” Cat Lady, but it doesn’t. I don’t want to use the latter phrasing, though, so Odd Cat Lady it is.)
This is the fountain pen I’ve been using for the past few weeks. I was reluctant when it arrived, but it is lovely. I keep thinking now that maybe I’m a fountain pen person. I think it’s more likely that I’m a person who enjoys fountain pens when they’re gifts because looking at them on fountain pen sites I just get confused and overwhelmed. I like this one but I would have no idea how to choose a new one.
So, I went to this store. (The name of the store is in the photograph.) And I thought, hey! This product is about $10! That’s very fine, so I purchased it. But it rang up at more like $28, which was not very fine at all. No, it wasn’t. So I was like, huh. And I returned to the store (because I didn’t say anything at the register, because I don’t even know why) from my car, and checked the sticker. The sticker says Scotch, not the name of the store. So this product doesn’t even have a sticker on the shelf. Frustrating! It’s entirely possible I could have harassed them into giving me money back, but I just didn’t want it. Get the right sticker on the damn shelf. (Also, the manager, who was helping someone before me in line, was creepy AF. I did not want to interact with him At. All.) The end.
My copier at work, presented in languages.
WordPress is telling me the editor is new on my phone, but I’m not at all sure that I can tell. In the meantime, enjoy this photo of clouds before the thunderstorm.
I don’t have a word count goal for this story, but at 24K, I’d guess I’m about halfway there.
These guys took a pause from grooming each other to pose. Shybutts is on the left, Static on the right. They seem to be handling the heat better than the humans in the house, with the exception of Shadow that keeps panting. That reminds me to give him a brush the next time I see him, or a really good comb. I might have to look into adding another couple water bowls, too, to be honest. We have plenty out, and they drink, but it gets hairy because Shadow and Fluffy keep shedding into it.
Oh, in other news, I published a thing. It’s not widely available yet because everything is in that odd stage between when I approve it and when they approve it. I’ll update links as I get them.