Doug's photo blog — originally a photo a day, now not so much
We are going through a fair bit of bubble wrap. We used it for the smaller framed photos and some of the more fragile computer equipment, as well as much of the contents of Lis’s doll house.
But now I have Peter Gabriel’s Steam stuck in my head much of the time.
The Parkercat.org server is now safely installed in our friend Michael’s basement until after our move.
This photo didn’t come out as well as I had hoped. Should have used the big camera.
What we’re looking at is the blue flame & glowing red element of the broiler, browning tonight’s dinner, shepard’s pie. It was much more colorful & impressive in person.
A harbinger of spring, yes, but also the bane of my existence this time of year:
The maple flower. It portends warmer weather, and its copious pollen makes me sneeze.
It’s gone! We sold it.
It can be tough to sell a luxury item like a hot tub in these times. But much less tough than selling a house, let me tell you.
Siberian squill are similar to snowdrops — probably some relative — but bloom somehwat later. If you zoom in on this picture you can also (barely) see that their pollen is blue too!
Their seed pods are evidently attractive to animals, because they’re appearing in a lot of places we never planted them.
Good progress packing up the basement today.
When we started to show the house, we were amazed at how well this stuff worked to calm down our kitties, especially Winnie.
It is a synthetic version of the pheromone that cats produce from their facial scent glands — the ones they use to mark stuff that they like. So this scent makes them feel at ease, which they will definitely need in the new house. Our sellers have agreed to set these up for us before we move in. With luck, this will make their transition to their new home easier.
I had a dentist appointment today.
We got to do a full set of X-rays. I love the way the little film pouches dig into the inside of your mouth.
Oh where, oh where is our BBQ spit?
Oh where, oh where can it be?
With its cord so short
And its skewer so long,
Tell me oh where can it be!
I guess this chicken is going in the oven. Oh well, the weather’s not really warm enough to spit-roast a chicken tonight anyway.