We often make the mistake of letting "volunteers" thrive in our garden. Granted, it's not always a mistake, noting Exhibit A. But we did allow what appeared to be an interesting flowering plant grow, and this is what we have to show for it -- beggar-ticks stuck all over the place.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
It would have been nice if the squirrels would have taken the acorns rather than eat all our pears. Little F'ers.
Apparently the trees produce acorns in cycles, theoretically to slowly starve out the population of critters so that on the big production years, they can't possibly consume all the seeds, thereby allowing more trees to propagate. This is clearly one of those years, but it doesn't seem like they needed to go through the trouble since, unfortunately for us, the squirrels have moved on to bigger and better things.
Down the street from us, it's like there's a thick layer of sawdust in the road from all the acorns that have fallen and been crushed by the passing cars. And then there's me in the backyard, left raking, shoveling and scooping up by hand for more hours than I care to count.
Monday, September 28, 2009
271/365 Observing the World Beyond
Originally uploaded by tallasiandude.
Even though we give them love, food and shelter, I can't help but think they miss the freedom of living outside on their own.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
It pretty much rained from the moment we got to our seats (thankfully, covered) to the end of the game. It seemed to let up just before we hit the parking lot.
Disappointing game -- the Sox bullpen pretty much lost the game in the bottom of the 6th.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
I don't think any of the boys left the basement until the following morning, except possibly to retrieve food. (Rock Band commenced post-cowboys game)
Saturday, September 19, 2009
fresh-baked cookies on all MidWest airlines flights after 10am. I was confused every time I heard somebody nearby turn them down. Seriously, what is wrong with these people?
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
We were entertained to discover volunteer tomato (yellow pear) and potato plants in our compost pile. Both were robust plants that seemed to avoid the blight that we've seen affecting some of our other plants this season.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
A good day.
We went down to the Narrows Center for the Arts in Fall River for the Narrows Festival. Beausoleil, a cajun zydeco band and the Dirty Dozen Brass Band, both from New Orleans were clearly the overwhelming crowdpleasers (headliners, 'natch), but my personal fav was the Hot Club of Cowtown to whom we were able to get our bal on, outdoors, on a beautiful, sunny New England day.
There were also several acts inside the Narrows Center including Miss Tess, who has recently played a few local dances. It was great to see so many people dancing outside of our own little microcosm of a dance scene.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Spent most of the day trying to recover data after accidentally blowing away all of my pictures from 2008. (mainly because I was trying to move pictures to our new network storage drive and was wrangling with Adobe Photoshop Organizer to try and get it to recognize the new location of the pictures.) I had some backups, but only through August.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Last thing to eat right before midnight because I had a cholesterol test in the morning. Not the worst thing to eat, but maybe not the best thing either. Especially the 1/4 stick of butter.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
It figures that my arm starts hurting just as I arrive to the first night of dance camp. The last time I was at camp, I was recovering from hand surgery and had a brace on my left thumb and wrist.
Dancing seemed to make it worse, so the plan was to take it easy, take ibuprofen and ice enough to be able to keep dancing through late Sunday night.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
While I don't mind that we're not burning fossil fuels to mow our lawn, the main reason we have a reel mower is because I can't be trusted to maintain a gasoline-powered engine.