Lis's Project 365

I took about a dozen tries to get this shot right, and now I have a headache.

My Uncle Richard is in town for a wedding, but he managed to squeeze in a few hours to visit me and Doug in our new house. We also went to dinner; at Uncle Richard’s request, we went to a local deli where he could get chopped liver. He’s a good guy–not scary, in spite of his appearance.

Here’s me in my office at work.

How many of these things can you find? a snakeskin, a personal fan, cornstarch, a bobcat skull, foot-long tongs and a stack of dixie cups

The theme of the week? Me! Yes, it’s all about me this week. I’ll be getting to know the self-timer feature on my camera really well.

I don’t usually shower at night. But I spent the day painting, and unlike Doug, I am not a fastidious painter, so a brief scrub-down was necessary before putting on the ‘jammies.

I suppose the US Postal Service could have decided to make public mail boxes red, but I’m glad they didn’t. Blue is friendlier. I like the idea of friendly mail.

Today was the annual prep and training day for the National Chemistry Week event we do at work. The theme this year is “Chemistry: it’s Elemental!” (I don’t make these things up, I swear.)

Today was one of those perfectly beautiful fall days with a crystal clear blue sky. Too bad that tomorrow is forecast to be rainy and miserable all day. I guess we’ll take the nice weather where we can get it.

This is Angus. He is a blue-tongued skink, and you can see why. There are lots of different types of skinks; the blue-tongue is native to Australia. His tongue is blue as a defense mechanism; not to many animals are that brightly colored, and the ones who are are often venomous (think: poison dart frogs). But Angus is not venomous, so it’s a bluff.  I like Angus, in spite of his kind of ornery personality. He reminds me a bit of Eeyore, from the  Winnie-the-Pooh stories.

I’m bummed that this shot isn’t more in focus, but it’s hard to know when a lizard is going to stick its tongue out and I’m not about to reach in there and pull it out; he may not be venomous, but he’s still got teeth!

in the “old” (read: before construction) museum, there was an odd little storage room in the hall between offices. It was used to store floor kits, and we call it “The Cave.” Now, a new room is used for this purpose. Since the door and trim around it are painted blue, it was named “The Blue Cave.”

I had been noticing that a lot of people were wearing jeans at a retirement party after work, and I got thinking–why are jeans blue anyway? and decided blue jeans fit my theme nicely.

So this started out as a picture of just blue jeans. But then Bridget pulled out the denim hat too (it’s her special “crafty” hat), and I declared her to be a vision in blue and went with that.