just a few minutes until I go to sleep!
The suitcases are closed, and whatever's not in them is not going.
With some good luck, I'll be able to upload some photos and post now and then.
It has been a long day of washing and sorting clothes... and having lunch with Dad and his wife. Sort of happened suddenly, but it turned out okay.
Now it is time to sleep a few hours...
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
new roof
Yes, we finally have a new roof -- only four months shy of the second anniversary of Katrina. And I finally transferred to my computer the two photos I took with my iPaq the day after the workers started. Hubby has photos of the finished product on his 35mm, which I will post after they are developed. I think they worked four days on it -- hip roofs take are a little fiddly.
It is a metal roof, the color is "clay" -- kind of a green-gray-tannish color. I did find a paint which should match exactly... or as exactly as paint chips ever match. The actual color of the roofing is not as dark as the sample chip from which we made our selection, but, thankfully, not as light as the "stone" color. The family across the street also went to a metal roof post-Katrina, but their's is WAY to light in my opinion for their brick color. The color of ours seems to tone down the darkness of the browns in our brick and highlight the mortar, giving an overall lighter appearance.
Anyway, here are a couple shots (both are linked to larger images):
The first time we had a really good, hard rain, Son#2 expressed his disappointment that it didn't "sound" like he thought a metal roof would sound. I agreed, though I wasn't disappointed: just the idea that it would be noisey was one of the reasons I didn't really want one. He knows what a metal roof is supposed to sound like from sleep-overs at his grandparents years ago. My M/FIL had a (real) log cabin with a tin roof... and an outhouse. I'll try to find a photo to post. The house, not the outhouse, y'all!
It is a metal roof, the color is "clay" -- kind of a green-gray-tannish color. I did find a paint which should match exactly... or as exactly as paint chips ever match. The actual color of the roofing is not as dark as the sample chip from which we made our selection, but, thankfully, not as light as the "stone" color. The family across the street also went to a metal roof post-Katrina, but their's is WAY to light in my opinion for their brick color. The color of ours seems to tone down the darkness of the browns in our brick and highlight the mortar, giving an overall lighter appearance.
Anyway, here are a couple shots (both are linked to larger images):
The first time we had a really good, hard rain, Son#2 expressed his disappointment that it didn't "sound" like he thought a metal roof would sound. I agreed, though I wasn't disappointed: just the idea that it would be noisey was one of the reasons I didn't really want one. He knows what a metal roof is supposed to sound like from sleep-overs at his grandparents years ago. My M/FIL had a (real) log cabin with a tin roof... and an outhouse. I'll try to find a photo to post. The house, not the outhouse, y'all!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
maynyrd abandoned: twice in one day!
Around the university, we have many feral cats. There is even a group of people who have organized to feed them, as well as to get them spayed/neutered. Still, kittens are born on campus.
Yesterday when I descended the exterior stairs on my way to lunch, a co-worker stopped me to point out a very newborn kitten behind one of the support pillars. No other cats were around, neither were there any signs of the rest of the litter. And, of course, neither of us could bring ourselves to just leave it there.
I picked up the little critter, went to the car where my son was waiting, and he drove to Wal-Mart so I could get a feeding bottle and some kitten formula -- instead of the bank where I was supposed to get travelers checks for the trip.
The doll-sized nipple on the feeding bottle was HUGE for this little kitty; I should have gotten an eye dropper. It was too weak to suck, but finally I managed to get some of the liquid in it. I was ecstatic when it managed to lick some of the fluid off my fingers/hand! But just the effort of fighting against the attempts to get the bottle in its mouth, etc., were exhausting for the poor little thing.
Son#1 drove me back to work -- sans lunch or checks -- I took it inside, grabbed a box and the blanket I keep in my desk and settled the kitten down under my desk. Then I went searching for two things: a way to contact the on-campus feral cat group, and information about how to care for a kitten orphaned this young.
A quick skim over this document confirmed I would not have the time to care properly for it, even with Son#1 agreeing to keep it in his room while we were traveling. To shorten the tale, after I got off work, we drove to the humane society and left the kitten with them.
This was very difficult for a cat-lover like me to do. However, the attendant told me they had a good number of momma cats and good success at getting them to nurse orphans. Also, kittens appear to get adopted well, even though the statistics posted on a board in the office as to the number of animals they put down last year was upsetting.
So, we left the kitten, sadly, but it probably has a better chance to survive with them than with us, as does my marriage. I am used to my own cats, but I did seem to itch, sneeze, and have watery eyes all afternoon from this one. Of course, my own cats had little to do with me last night.
Here's the picture I took just before taking it inside at the shelter:
For scale, the feeding bottle from bottom to tip of nipple is four inches; and the kitten is not as long as the picture makes it look -- its tail is curled up making it look bigger. You can click on the photo for a larger version, but it is still hard to tell that the area around the right hind leg is really the tail.
Yesterday when I descended the exterior stairs on my way to lunch, a co-worker stopped me to point out a very newborn kitten behind one of the support pillars. No other cats were around, neither were there any signs of the rest of the litter. And, of course, neither of us could bring ourselves to just leave it there.
I picked up the little critter, went to the car where my son was waiting, and he drove to Wal-Mart so I could get a feeding bottle and some kitten formula -- instead of the bank where I was supposed to get travelers checks for the trip.
The doll-sized nipple on the feeding bottle was HUGE for this little kitty; I should have gotten an eye dropper. It was too weak to suck, but finally I managed to get some of the liquid in it. I was ecstatic when it managed to lick some of the fluid off my fingers/hand! But just the effort of fighting against the attempts to get the bottle in its mouth, etc., were exhausting for the poor little thing.
Son#1 drove me back to work -- sans lunch or checks -- I took it inside, grabbed a box and the blanket I keep in my desk and settled the kitten down under my desk. Then I went searching for two things: a way to contact the on-campus feral cat group, and information about how to care for a kitten orphaned this young.
A quick skim over this document confirmed I would not have the time to care properly for it, even with Son#1 agreeing to keep it in his room while we were traveling. To shorten the tale, after I got off work, we drove to the humane society and left the kitten with them.
This was very difficult for a cat-lover like me to do. However, the attendant told me they had a good number of momma cats and good success at getting them to nurse orphans. Also, kittens appear to get adopted well, even though the statistics posted on a board in the office as to the number of animals they put down last year was upsetting.
So, we left the kitten, sadly, but it probably has a better chance to survive with them than with us, as does my marriage. I am used to my own cats, but I did seem to itch, sneeze, and have watery eyes all afternoon from this one. Of course, my own cats had little to do with me last night.
Here's the picture I took just before taking it inside at the shelter:
For scale, the feeding bottle from bottom to tip of nipple is four inches; and the kitten is not as long as the picture makes it look -- its tail is curled up making it look bigger. You can click on the photo for a larger version, but it is still hard to tell that the area around the right hind leg is really the tail.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
lunchtime
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actual knitting content!
I started this post on Tuesday at work during morning break, but never got back to it, so "last night" refers to Monday night, not Tuesday.
No photos of my knitting, but this is what I am making and I am using Lion Brand Incredible, a ribbon yarn, in "Autumn Leaves and their Microspun in black.
I made one last summer and this is some knitting to take along to China and Tibet. I'll probably grab the green socks and try to fix/reknit them, and maybe leftover sock yarn to make more of these.
I know I should have been in the bedroom, sorting clothes, but it was S O nice to just sit, knit, and watch TV -- especially without feeling like I should have been studying!
Sunday, May 06, 2007
while i'm gone
I created an email account to access while I am gone that is separate from all my home accounts:
mkhagroma@gmail.com
Like last year for the Mexico trip, I created a blog as well (first entry is posted), though I will probably be just as likely to post on it.
mkhagroma.blogspot.com
But, just in case I'm able to get online, it will be there to keep loved ones up-to-date. The thing is, you can't worry if I don't post to it. That doesn't mean anything other than I am either too busy, too tired, or do not have easy access to the internet.
If you do stop by, please leave a comment. It's always good to hear from 'home' when I am far away.
Wonder what's going to happen to my count-down widget up there when it gets to zero?
Like last year for the Mexico trip, I created a blog as well (first entry is posted), though I will probably be just as likely to post on it.
But, just in case I'm able to get online, it will be there to keep loved ones up-to-date. The thing is, you can't worry if I don't post to it. That doesn't mean anything other than I am either too busy, too tired, or do not have easy access to the internet.
If you do stop by, please leave a comment. It's always good to hear from 'home' when I am far away.
Wonder what's going to happen to my count-down widget up there when it gets to zero?
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
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