pictures
Last Saturday I took this picture of a cicada that decided that my window was an appropriate place to sit out the storm. Interrogated about paying rent, it claimed it could just sing sing sing all summer long and it would be fine. So I evicted it.
Tuesday, I had my big monthly potluck that I had postponed from June and July. People came, as noted previously; and they brought food, and they chatted, and it was fun. At some point I got too close to blk and my hair got all tangled up. Next, chamois came under attack. Barbara just ran rings around her. Jean (friend of my friend Lisa; just moved here) then challenged Barbara, who immediately started working and once again proved herself master braidstress*. platypuslord was last to fall under her fearsome grip, though he, too, survived.
Finally, the braidster ran out of steam, and we all returned to our regularly-scheduled chatting.
More pictures here.
* no, I don't know whose foot that is.
Tuesday, I had my big monthly potluck that I had postponed from June and July. People came, as noted previously; and they brought food, and they chatted, and it was fun. At some point I got too close to blk and my hair got all tangled up. Next, chamois came under attack. Barbara just ran rings around her. Jean (friend of my friend Lisa; just moved here) then challenged Barbara, who immediately started working and once again proved herself master braidstress*. platypuslord was last to fall under her fearsome grip, though he, too, survived.
Finally, the braidster ran out of steam, and we all returned to our regularly-scheduled chatting.
More pictures here.
* no, I don't know whose foot that is.