56/365 (February 25, 2010) – Better get there early then!
What else can you say….I hate poor grammar in the final copy, but sometimes they give you a great opportunity for a photo!
Heading out to Inch Creek Hatchery for a morning meeting. Saw this on the way and made a mental note to pull a U-turn and photograph it on the way home. Surprisingly my flea sized memory recalled it and I managed to take the shot.
’nuff said.
40/365 (February 9, 2010) – It’s funny, so many aspects of my life are so digital and have been for ages. Photos are almost all digital, I ripped every CD i own to mp3 format and have downloaded thousands of music files. I am in the process of digitizing all of the remaining vinyl. I download movies, TV shows, and the computer is even my digital PVR (the VCR is just a clock now..and usually wrong). My courses are online, and I write technical documents for the government and never actually print a page. Everything is submitted electronically.
The Olympics are almost here and the city of Vancouver is holding its breath, or it seems that way anyway. Security and city engineers have thrown the fear of gridlock into everyone and it seems to be working. Vancouver has no major highways running through its core and that is both a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because it keeps the city somewhat compact and discourages people from taking their cars downtown to a certain degree. It’s a curse for the same reason. Saturday we decided to see what was going on downtown, a week before the Games are in full force and the crowds descend. So, in the name of sanity (and because the sun was shining) we took the scooter.
Poor little Loki. His life consists of a pretty regular routine of sleep, love, eat. And when I say routine, I really do mean a set pattern. This is the only cat I’ve ever encountered that can tell time. He absolutely knows when it is 6 am and 6 pm because those are the two times each day that he gets a smidgen of wet cat food. The rest of the time food is always available, but he’s ambivalent about kibble. Unlike Milo who is the exact opposite.
33/365 – I admit it, I have a thing for pencils. 3H pencils, not HB, hate those soft ones, they wear down too fast. And they need to be sharp, which is why they are always point up, ready to stab. But I am not a collector of masses of stuff, I have neither the room nor the inclination. My father was a hoarder, I would rather live without than live with too much. I like neat and tidy spaces… no, I don’t have it in me to be a hoarder, at least I hope not.
We’ve been watching a TV show on A&E the past couple of weeks, one that makes me squirm in horror. Not because it is full of blood and gore, logically I know that’s a graphic representation. No, this show is all too true and hits close to home. It’s called “Hoarders” and it’s unbelievable. Actually, I should rephrase that, it’s completely believable because I’ve experienced trying to help clean up a hoarders home, but it’s just beyond comprehension that people can get to such a point.