Effie’s Dad is a lawyer, so she naturally thought she should have a brief case of her own. She had no way to express this, other than to express the fairness of her desire, so she climbed into my husband’s file-filled brief case to make her point, which we found most endearing.
I have never called or considered myself an artist. For a while I had an Apple laptop with graphic capabilities, and I did some sketching with it. My husband surreptitiously kept them on his computer when we dumped the rotten Apple for a competent Microsoft computer. We forgot about them for a while (I created these graphics in 2006) and he came across them last night. I decided they had nostalgic if not artistic value to me, and decided also to post them on my blog, trusting in my readers’ kindness.
Woman with Cat
This iron spigot serves a front lawn in America; it’s roughly 20 years old. I remember when most things for our homes, our attire, and our cats’ food were made in the USA as a matter of course. I sometimes wonder whether we really get along so much better with the rest of the world, now that we make fewer basic things for ourselves. Just a thought; I don’t care to politicize it.
This blue moon brightened our sky last night. A blue moon is the second full moon within one month; the last blue moon occurred September 30, 2012. The next blue moon will occur January 31, 2018.
For those of us who regularly dwell in algebraic hibernation, my husband noted this morning that this coming Pi Day, which I just discovered has been celebrated every March 14 since 2009 by Congressional proclamation, will have the mind-dazzling highlight of two additional decimal places: 3.1415.
This is certainly a most fortuitous year. At once every 100 years, Pi Day occurs less frequently than appearances of Halley’s comet.
We plan a quiet celebration at home.
This portrait in frost appeared on our back door window this morning. I thought it was beautiful, reminiscent of a Japanese etching. The temperature was 8.8°.