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