We spent New Year's Eve dog-sitting ( Read more... )

In the spirit of the season, the house took advantage of the post-Christmas sale at Fry's and acquired a pair of new 17-in flat-panel monitors, one for me, and one for bearmum. Carol inherited bearmum's 15 inch flat panel, and both the 14-inch flat-panels will go into the recycling system (initially they will wander off to the Little Girl's house as a second ( Read more... )

And all is quiet. Carol gave me a couple of CDs of Russian Orthodox Choral Music, and I have one of them on right now. I can't read the liner notes, not only are then in Russian, they are printed in Cyrillic, but the music is wonderful. I can take them to work and ask one of my co-workers to translate. I work with a dozen or so Russian ( Read more... )

Bay Area Winters mean Fog ( Read more... )

Chance has started to perk up. He has (mostly) figured out where the e-collar is going to trip him up and how to navigate around them. He has also discovered that the cone makes a marvelous excuse for not being able to do something that he does not want to do. (I can't go upstairs and gp to bed, Dad. See! bonk bonk bonk.) And it does wonders for ( Read more... )

Wednesday night around 2245 Chance encountered and cornered a raccoon. The raccoon took umbrage and Chance ended up with two puncture wounds in his right ear. Now scalp wounds bleed like nothing on earth, so we wrapped Chance's head in a towel and trotted off to the Emergency Vet, me driving and Carol holding Chance to keep the turban made of ( Read more... )

Yesterday we moved stuff out of the basement and into firehair28's old place and replaced it with the flat file that contains her artwork archives. Work, it was.

Around 1PM, the Little Girl and her Hubby came by with the pickup truck, and the five of us (bearmum, me, and the Youngest Kid) manhandled a large table and a television stand out of our basement and ( Read more... )

It has been a while since I updated the Journal, I been busy at the New Job. Last week, while I was out walking a couple of blocks at lunch, I met the self-walking dogs ( Read more... )

At least that is what the Dog says ( Read more... )

Yesterday afternoon, bear_mum and I went off to her Hair-Cutters. On a whim, I asked if the Cutter was willing to do beards. The answer was yes. Going into the shop I looked like Charlton Heston's Moses, now I look like Samuel Ramey's Mephistopheles. I will be the Old Man in the group at the new job, and I want to give them an accurate impression of ( Read more... )