Archive for August, 2015


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Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, the Yarn Harlot, periodically has posts about having to undo work because of errors.  Often, she soldiers on longer than she ought after having identified the errors, and we all get to be amused/distressed together about it.

Today, I get a similar opportunity.

It was supposed to be simple — download the document from my office, finish the edits, upload the document, DONE!

No.  Something has become strange and unreliable about my local conversion program.  Sentences are missing, or broken, or spliced in strange ways.  My line numbers have vanished. AGH v.1

I think: Oh, I’ll switch to the cloud-based version, and see if I can wrap up the edits in Google Docs.  I open the supposedly very same document, see that the sentences are not mangled or missing, and then……. realize I can’t see my comments.  And I can’t tell if they will magically reappear when the file is sent back to the intended recipient. [You know how saving in a different format is just asking for additional badness to occur. It’s like standing on the blasted heath with King Lear, daring the lightning to come down.]

So, my Friday afternoon at home, editing with intervals of lawnmowing, will soon become my afternoon on I95.  Aghhhhh v.2   Agh v.3 And I’ve taken a lot of allergy medicine, because RAGWEEEEEEEEED.

Word is making me moar coffee.

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Special guest bees


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PrimeHookNWR-waterclouds 001Cool breezes off the water, egrets foraging and roosting, and most of the humans are still crowding the other sections of the sandbar.  A short hike at the Prime Hook National Wildlife Refuge was just what we needed yesterday! [Well, that and getting fresh peaches, and looking at Victorian architecture, and that salsa-free guacamole at Agave Tequila Bar and Restaurant, and…]

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At the end of the Dike Trail, a few people seemed to be fishing, or at least scooping things out with nets, and nearby one of the boats shifting sand for the Marsh Restoration project was operating.

Anyone want to confirm the bird here as either a Least Bittern or a Kingfisher?  The former is predictable for the area, but the latter is what it looked like to us.

PrimeHookNWR-BitternOrKingfisher 003Egrets, we had a few….

PrimeHookNWR-MarshEgrets 004There were at least four species of butterflies [monarch, pipevine and black swallowtails, buckeyes], and plenty of dragonflies [including a lovely big bronze one with saddlebags], but I only got this shot of a big green dragonfly for my efforts…

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Carefully saved for thirty+years, I’m told…


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Remember those sticks?  They had jobs to do….

To help with the flowers and veggies 

And to support the local dahlias…

Good work, sticks! Yay, sticks!

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Might include a handy thing or two to know…


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I know some people have these bronzed, which, even at the time when I’d been in the stores that offered the service, seemed strange…


Maybe it was the little white “first shoes” that got bronzed more often.  Still an odd keepsake.  Maybe it made more sense in days when polio or other childhood illnesses meant that some children didn’t make it to any larger shoes, or walking was a bittersweet milestone to look back on after that became impossible.

Or maybe it was “the thing you did” because the nice people at the store offered a service, and everyone else in the neighborhood had these things on their shelves, so….?

I remember buckling these on and off, running to the edge of the beach in them [and needing to shake out sand], going to school…little white cotton socks…discussions of why toes should be “piggies” and why on earth they would want roast beef…

But for the last few years, now that these shoes live with me, rather than my parents, I have been trying to figure out WHAT THE HELL to do with them.

The current [literally] solution is to use them to hold charging cables up off the floor and out of the immediate visual field of the current baby in the household, that kitten I keep photographing.

What things have you got that have found odd new purposes?

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Guardian typewriter


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