I'm posting about my damn cats again project 365 (2009)

Day 113: Mister Man

I have too many nicknames for my cats to ever call them by their real names. In other news, I rented a big fancy lens and haven’t had a chance to take it out for a spin yet. Cat pictures are hardly the training I had intended to have before the zombie walk and Lesley’s wedding tomorrow, but, well, life is what happens when you’re too busy working to do anything else. So here’s hoping…

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friends music project 365 (2009)

Day 112: Minglewood

Usually Minglewood sports these neat purply black lights that kind of hurt my eyes as I pass, but tonight they were rockin’ the clown lights. I dig, a lot. Still never been there for a show. I thought for a long hard minute last night about buying tickets to the MGMT show in June, but then just as soon as I could think about that, I decided on a lark to go to Bonnaroo with…

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I'm posting about my damn cats again project 365 (2009)

Day 110: Vet Visit

Sally’s had some weird red patches inside her ears now for about a week. I halfway figure it’s ringworm, so we had the vet do a fungus culture, which will take ten days, and in the meantime, I’ve got to treat her ears with this topical stuff twice a day. She got two shots just in case it’s something bacterial. Poor kitty. No one likes spending a birthday at the doctor’s office. [Project 365]

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musings project 365 (2009) randomosity

Day 103: Make Your Own Luck

I was walking in my parents’ yard Monday afternoon and just happened to see a four-leaf clover. I don’t know how. I just saw it. I kneeled down and plucked it, and then spotted a ladybug perched on a blade of grass. And then saw another four-leaf clover right beside it. I left that one for someone else to find. I spent some time in the grass, just kinda breathing and thinking, then got up…

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I hate/love nature project 365 (2009)

Day 102: Busy Little Bee

Notice that this little dude doesn’t have a white dot on his forehead, meaning he could have hauled off and stung the everloving bejesus outta me at any time. He got pretty close, too, once he got fed up with my being up in his grill, snapping away. He started freaking out and flying in this ever-embiggening circles, and I backed away and headed for the house in the hopes that he wouldn’t follow me.…

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