MINE! — Sebastian
Getting ready for Halloween.
Vices – Shot of milk and a fierce hand of Uno
October 21 – Rainbow over South Hunt Rd.
October 22 – You can’t make this stuff up. Yes, that’s two saws and a gas can bungeed on the roof of an Explorer. It makes you wonder what’s inside that there’s not enough room.
October 23 – The cat keeps getting darker. . .
October 24 – Sunrise over the Benz.
October 1 – Fenway stop on the Green Line
October 2 – I wish I’d had a video camera handy for this one. It was certainly interesting.
October 4 – I’ve been working on some renovations for my parents. This is just scary.
October 5 – Sorry these are out of focus. The cat just keeps getting darker.
October 6 – Cold and wet, and a very high tide.
October 7 – In the dog house.
9/5 – This one will probably take more explanation than it’s worth. It was time to do some P.M. on the cars, so I loaded Mrs. Mack505′s Nissan up on the ramps. Her car has a very long, low nose and it will drag on the ramps unless you use the plastic leaders to flatten the slope. It would seem that the retaining pins on one of my leaders are broken:
The front wheels spun and shot the plastic part under the rear wheels. There was no damage, but it made getting back down to terra firma interesting.
9/6 – The straighten function in my photo software couldn’t help this one. It’s been a long, hot summer. I’ve never seen tapers droop like this.
9/7 -Over the years, I’ve had to defend my Benz ownership. It really is a great little car, and it cost less than a Jeep Grand Cherokee when new. Still the perception is that you must be rich to own one. This isn’t helped by my fellow MB owners, a minority of whom insist on regularly doing stupid things with their Benzes. Case in point, from yesterday:
Yes, that’s a full load of 8-foot 2x4s sticking out the window of a C-class 4Matic. The other ends of them are hanging out the right front window. *sigh*
And finally, a peaceful evening for Sebastian:
9/8 – When you gotta nap, you gotta nap.
I feel very feline.
The storm has passed, another cry of wolf from the 24-hour news creation establishment. The deck is cool and fresh, and the couch comfortable. I understand how the cats can sit here immobile all day. Beyond my small cone of light, the night is alive. The cicadas sing their hearts out while the TV murmurs inside the house. Solar lamps provide meagre oases of blue-white light in the yard, failing to illuminate beyond their own feet.
The wind roams the pine tops, free from the heat and the storm. My thoughts roam with it. They pass with a wonderful sensation, a sound, a feel, even a smell; but like the wind they steadfastly refuse to take a concrete form.
There’s something creative out there among the trees, but it won’t stand still tonight. Perhaps a catnap will do the trick.
The Mac returned from the shop today, and it seems to be working fine. I’ve been shooting all week while it was gone.
August 26 – feeding time at the zoo.
August 27 – Swan boats in the Boston Public Garden.
August 28 – it speaks for itself. It was a great time.
August 29 – Bobkits at York’s Wild Kingdom
August 30 – It’s over 90 degrees, and we took the only car without A/C to do a full day’s worth of errands. It sure is fun to drive, though.