Lis's Project 365

I like my Jetta. Its name is Monty, and he has served me well over the years. I don’t put much by cars, they’re just a way to get from point A to point  B, but the VW is a nice little car.

The funny thing about street signs is, when you’re in your car they don’t seem all that big. But when you approach them on foot, they are much higher up than you’d think and much bigger.

There are a lot of signs at work over various exhibits. I picked this letter off the Art Studio.

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BONUS PICTURE
As I puttered around this morning, I kept hearing this tap-tap-tapping noise outside the house. When I left for work, this is what I saw up on the side by the guest room window.

any suggestions on how to get rid of him would be most welcome.

There used to be a McDonald’s in the building at work, and I avoided it at all costs. It’s gone now, and in its place we have an ABP, which is, in  some ways, even more dangerous.

There are large windows above the doors as you enter South Station. They often contain large print ads. Right now they are advertising Blue Man Group (which, if you haven’t seen…hellloooo! what are you waiting for!); at any rate, this L is from the word “BALD.”

This week, for no particular reason, I am going to photograph the letters of my name (plus the first initial of my last name to make 7 letters).

This “A” is probably fairly recognizable to some. I can’t promise that will be true of the rest of the letters I photograph this week…I’ll just have to see what catches my eye.

Doug’s birthday was on Friday, and we celebrated it yesterday. A bunch of folks went out to Spectacle Island with Doug for the day, and then a whole bunch of us met for dinner. Doug got to wear the awesome “birthday boy” hat pictured here, and he got a lot of cards and generally had  a pretty great day.

OK, so they’re not people. But they are working, all the time.
Today was a Critter Day at work, and we  had a beekeeper join us, with his small demonstration hive of bees. Even if you’re kind of afraid of bees, you have to admit they’re pretty amazing. These are probably the female worker bees, who do all the harvesting of pollen, making the honey, building the hive, etc. The male drones just mate with the queen. They’re driven out in the winter when the queen’s not laying, since all they’d do is sit around and eat. Hmm.

I wonder how many little boys think “when I grow up, I want to have a job that lets me spend my day in a big hole in the street.” Because apparently these guys did.

Here’s a thankless job. I always feel bad for the conductors–no one is particularly nice to them (I myself am usually asleep when they come around), but everyone is happy to complain to them. If the train is late, too crowded, too hot, too cold, too expensive–you name it. And the conductor has no control over these things. They must have the thickest skins of anyone.