Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentine's Day!

It was a good one except for the cold that's kicking my butt. Gotta take the bad with the good.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Tickets To Fly

Is it just me, or are others somewhat disconcerted about airline e-tickets? The photo shows the tickets that will take the husband and me to Hue, Vietnam, via Seattle, and then on to Perth and Melbourne, Australia before we arrive back home to Virginia. Granted, paper tickets could get lost, damaged, or stolen, but at least there was something to look at in anticipation, while visualizing yourself handing it over to an agent, tangible evidence that you were about to travel. It seems so much more, well, ordinary this way, as if we do it regularly. I don't ever want travel to seem ordinary or regular; I want it always to be an adventure.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

A Saucy Dinner

My friend Gina posts great photos of some of the incredible food she and her family make. This is not like that. This is spaghetti sauce from a can, with diced tomatoes (also from a can), ground beef (low-fat), and herbs added. It tasted fine.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Most Egregious Use of an Apostrophe

I helped judge a forensics (as in public speaking and not crime-solving) tournament at a local high school today. I saw this in an English classroom. As the Bloggess says, "When your wrong your wrong."

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Daily Dog

I give older son a dog-a-day calendar each Christmas; this is today's page. Sometimes it's easier just to snap a quick shot of something than to explain to house guests why I'm taking a certain photo. Unobtrusive. Like today's dog.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Way Cooler than a Lamp

When we took down the Christmas tree, the snake ended up sitting where there used to be a lamp. It's still there because a snake is way cooler than a lamp any day, right?

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Minks? Prey!

These five minks came from stoles purchased at the thrift store and cut apart. Scully hunts them regularly, pulling them down from their roost and coming down the stairs, growling softly, prey securely in her jaws. She usually only does this at night; come morning, we often find all five minks in the dining room at the bottom of the stairs.