looking at olden times

i'm spending some time at the national archives in morrow, looking through journals for the santa rosa life-saving station, near pensacola, for a client --- it's the fourth set of journals i've looked at, the others being for nps on the outer banks, bodie island, portsmouth, and cape lookout ---- fascinating in their general monotony interspersed with dead bodies and hurricanes and men getting stir crazy or something and burning down the privy

27 september 1906, santa rosa island, florida

orchidaceae for the holiday

 big urnge is being orange, and the space alien oncidium is being fragrant, and for a month or more the yoda grace memorial phaleonopsis has done its thing --- 

a mess

dog had his first visit with dr matthews, who was hershey's old vet, a fact she remembered before i could mention it --- all good, except somehow i missed his being under treatment for heartworms --- followup in february will say if that's fixed --- most of the other issues of concern apparently revolve around his being a beagle, i guess ---

he obsesses on the cat's diner, which even before his ass got here has always been elevated above the dogs --- i couldn't figure out how he was getting up on the cat table and scouring the bowls clean --- 

today i caught him in the act: if both doors of the second bathroom are open, he can get a running start and jump, except this time i startled him and he fell off --- little fukr

fall flowers

 orchids, fenestraria, and sasanqua 

dog time

our one-month anniversary was yesterday so we went to see arabia mountain and fool around with the cousins --- kenny did not lift his nose from the stone the entire time we were there ---

we're learning each other's habits --- e.g. do not mess with the dog while he's sleeping, or you're liable to get snapped at

remember, remember . . .

they changed the stupid time again today, so everybody's circadian rhythm is a little whacked, but the weather was excellent, some fall color at last, and a fine day to walk/be dragged by the dog to the far end of the park and back --- 

since robt was along to help chase him down, should that need have arisen, dog had his first off-leash experience in the piedmont park dog park and it couldn't have gone any better --- the most tense moment was a big black mastiffish dog sniffing all over his back, which got kenny's hackles up, but that all passed --- his introductory run around the dog park was a great success, and proved again what an amiable pup he is --- i loved guinness deeply but he wasn't all that good with other dogs, or humans for that matter --- too bad i was too busy watching him to take any images

final go at indian trails completed today, web and print

getting ready for cold weather

unfortunately i did not get a photo of dex washing kenny's  head, but i love seeing them like this

sweet neighbors gave him a little doggie rain jacket and insulated jacket

hometown heroes --- atl utd!

so the fkrs lost, but that's ok, a bakers dozen of atl utd matches since april has rocked my world --- and i was able to facilitate rocking the worlds of ms kidd, robt, mary, wood & bates, douglet, and bc along the way ---

next season can't start soon enough

fauna on the thirteenth floor

the animals are going way beyond toleration and have quickly become playmates, much like guinness and dex used to be —

fogbound

the fog rolling in from the east this morning, back lit by the sun, is fine —

Crumbling is not an instant’s Act

A fundamental pause

Dilapidation’s processes

Are organized Decays — 

"Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul 

A Cuticle of Dust

A Borer in the Axis

An Elemental Rust — 

Ruin is formal — Devil’s work

Consecutive and slow — 

Fail in an instant, no man did 

Slipping — is Crashe’s law —

emily dickinson

the dog

as of today, he's been here a week, made himself right at home, and put my life back together, as it were --- first ride in the car today was flawless so there will be many more 

appliances

arranging delivery of one's new fridgidaire, which is actually a kitchenaide, to metropolis is a pain in the ass, what with coordinating best buy's stupid delivery schedule and freight elevator reservations here, which, mysteriously, are not automatically tied to loading dock reservations --- first world problems --- the new phone camera takes a nicely distorted real-estate-agent image of my kitchen

next up: a new mattress

meanwhile, the dog is adjusting to a new place, new people, and what not --- he purty much likes all people and all dogs, in addition to the urnge cat

excellent fall weather at last --- 58 feels brisk in the morning, and low 70s is just right for the evening

it takes effort, but one can put the awfulness of trumpistan aside from time to time and remember what life is all about: new fridgidaires and puppy dogs

war games

the detente with the cat has quickly evolved into war games i guess --- last night they decided to play hide-and-seek in the bedroom, but that's ok i guess:  it means they like each other

detente

because dex is the best of all possible cats (except for the gimpy ear), establishing detente with the new dog took less than 24 hours --- dog slept snuggled up against me and for a little while this morning, dex dook up the other side --- i couldn't ask for it to go any better

meet kenny!

once again, i have a dog snoring at my feet ---- dex is not thrilled with the situation, but he'll adjust ---