For further proof that it is never too late to have a happy childhood you can go to the Shooting Blog.
Apparently, quite a few months ago while working at his desk he picked up an envelope and sent it through the shredder. Immediately he knew that he had shredded the wrong envelope, one that contained two $20 bills. Too late, it went all the way through. Whoo boy, I'll bet there was some blue air that day!
I took the envelope and strips home and thought for awhile about the easiest way to reconstruct them. Later that night I put some double-sided tape on a piece of paper and started to reassemble the bills using an intact $20 as a reference. At first I was pretty confused because they just weren't fitting correctly. Then I realized that those two bills were different, one was the old style and the other was the new one. Only two slivers off the top one were missing. The serial numbers were perfectly visible. It took about an hour to get them all put in order.
An interesting thing popped up on my computer when I tried to edit the above photos. Apparently my new PSE7 editing program has a feature that detects images of currency. I was able to edit but it will not allow these images to be printed. To err on the safe side I was advised by legal counsel (thanks, B) to convert them to black and white and also to mark the images with these red Xs. Sorry, no printing allowed. What will they think of next??
Collection time: 8 months 11 days
Zeus has a serious case of cabin fever and is sending me all kinds of travel information. This will buy us a few sweatshirts from wherever we end up. For sure I will be bringing home a Berkeley sweatshirt.
$.84 (The jars look so empty!)
I listened to the complete 15 minute interview. Should have known better but it was kind of like watching a train wreck about to happen. In slow motion. Next time I will just jam dirty bamboo sticks under my toenails. It would probably be less painful. And I could take an antibiotic to get rid of the resulting infection.
I am a registered Republican. Oh, that is excruciating to admit, but it seems to be the only way that I can make my vote count. I finally realized that in this state, and particularly in my district, there is no way a Democrat will ever be elected. In order for my vote to count at all I must vote in the primary for the least offensive R candidate. It worked in November and the new guy is slightly better than the old one, although he still seems to have blinders on.
Sorry folks. It was either write this down or break a plate. And I'm running out of plates.
$2.67 (love the car washes after a good snowstorm)
P.S. I warned you..
Zeus and I have been married for 17 years and during that time I have been through nearly every box of photos and memorabilia that he has collected. The unruly envelopes of images were put in chronological order, prints were made of many and the rest were put in a box ready to be culled on a future snowy day. One box that had been avoided was full of slides from the 60's through 80's decades. We don't have a slide projector so it was easy to put it back in the closet. The nagging problem was that I knew that there might be some photos in there beside horse backsides and scenic mountain vistas that family members might like to have.
MA, Zeus' mother at Jackson Hole, WY
Jodi and Keegan were here for a visit on Monday evening (yay Jodi!) and we pulled Zeus' family album. When I mentioned those slides she encouraged me to tackle them. So when I looked out the window yesterday morning and saw four inches of white fluff on the ground there were no excuses left. By the time the day was over we had over 12 inches of snow and the boxes of forgotten family photos had all been explored. Many slides had been scanned, edited and were ready for printing.
Sedona, AZ 1967
Probably the most exciting finds were the groups from the late 50's and 60's that included many of Zeus in his high school and college days. But the best box contained photos of his and Bev's 1967 wedding in Sedona. He didn't recognize them at first and I now wonder if anyone else has ever seen these.
My emotions were varied as I worked throughout the day. Zeus' parents and Bev had passed away before we met. As I looked through the memories captured in those tiny slides I felt sadness for not having had the opportunity to know them, happiness in being able to share the memories, and pleasure in the discovery of these mementos. Strangely enough, I also felt what I can only describe as sweet envy of a woman whom I never met and the fact that she shared 25 years with my husband that I didn't.
Prints were made today, ready to be shared on Friday night when Nancy and Anna are here. And Jodi, now that you have me working on this again I expect you to come down and spend a day with me soon. We can pull out that large box of prints and find all those cute photos from the 80's when you and your sister were those adorable little granddaughters that came in the package deal when I married your grandpa.
$$$ Twelve inches of fresh snow.
Maybe it is my polarizing attitudes or my high voltage energy. Whatever it is, I'm mystified.
Since the beginning of this year things are blowing up at my house. Computerized things quit computing. Heating things won't heat. Lighting things fizzle and refuse to light. Two days ago while I was sewing in my lair the halogen lamp that hangs on the wall over my work station started acting weird. Then it would go dim, brighten, dim, all while emitting a scary buzzing sound. Unplugged it fast. In the last two months things that plug into the wall are failing all around me. Here is my list.
1. Large crock pot. It's only a year old. For heavens sakes, these usually last forever. My other two are old enough to be "burnt orange". If you know what that color is you are old.
2. Hair dryer. I knew that one was going and already had a replacement waiting.
3. Computer. Twice.
4. Cordless computer mouse. Thrown it across the room too many times due to #3?
5. Camera lens. You're right, I dropped that one.
6. Numerous light bulbs in the vaulted ceiling. Of course, they require tall people on the huge ladder to change them.
7. Wall clock. Dead battery.
8. Jump drive. What the heck? These things aren't washable?
9. Wall lamp in lair. It will cost $30 to repair but that is cheaper than a new one. And it has that kind of bulb in it that doesn't work if you touch it. Another $7.
Our city has a wonderful old train station that is filled with places to take photos, both inside and out. Just last year I noticed that all of those squares on the upper level are patterns of quilt blocks made out of tiles. Bubba was a good sport, but I think I wore him out.
We also went to the old American Can Company building to get some images to go along with Jubee's that were taken in December. Each time I get near this old building my memory is flooded with the sounds and smells of large machinery. Many times my Dad left for work without his lunch and we would have to drive the three miles to take it to him. It was a loud, scary place for a little girl but I always loved to see him there.
But back to Bubba. He was very cooperative, although that cell phone kept mysteriously creeping out of his low-slung pants pocket. I finally gave in and told him to let me get some shots with it. For more photos go to the Shooting Blog.
This afternoon we played a little with some feet. The Princess came over for a visit and while she was here we had some fun with the camera. Eris and Littlest also were here, mostly so Eris could "ride herd" on the Princess who can't sit still for two seconds. Eventually all the shoes came off and we took some foot shots. This set of petite feet of course belong to the Princess. The beads are the identifying factor here. From the minute she walks in the door they are in her hands or wrapped around her in some way.
These are the feet of Eris and Littlest. There is no question that Eris did not receive my feet genes. I think she could write her complete dissertation using only her toes.
The last little foot belongs to our newest great-grandson. He is not quite two weeks old and teeny-tiny. That is Zeus' thumb under that two inch long foot! But oh, what a precious cutie he is. To see more photos of him you can go to the Shooting Blog.
My feet are utilitarian. They are for walking and running. They are not for decorating with fancy shoes or toenail polish. Socks and slippers go on first thing in the morning and stay there until I crawl into bed. If shoes are required they will most likely be a good set of walking or running shoes. A foot massage? Don't even think of touching my feet. Aacckkk!
For another humorous take on feet check out Athena's recent post on Bubba's toeliosis.