A wee shivering beastie
May Day! Or Mayday! The calendar creep is starting to worry me; unless I find a way to pack a little faster, I’ll be watching the forecast for new snow bulletins. That would not be a positive thing.
I did get out with a carload of “no longer need these” to the EcoCentre. That huge table with the zigzag legs (something you would have seen in an industrial setting, three decades ago) is now someone else’s oversize object. Ditto for a smaller table that was designed to hold magazines, back when people still subscribed to such media. I’m now into emagazines, which take up much less space; the table was superfluous, on so many levels.
Managed to find a few more LED bulbs at the local box store. They seem to come in with limited volume (other than the beep when the security desense is applied at the register). I will soon have enough to light the whole house; the CFL bulb will then join my list of things that should never have come into the home. Mercurial.
We’ve got the loaner dog around, this afternoon. Shorn, she shivers. And her teeth clatter. Most unbecoming for an animal in a heated house. Maybe Nature didn’t design the breed to be left as a wee, hairless beastie. Looks like a very young puppy! Pity that I can’t test my evaluation with the app that made the rounds on Twitter yesterday. A beta from Microsoft, where it guesses your age based on a single photo. For the record, I tried three different snaps; I might be 59, or 46, or 37. All in the “eye” of the beholder.
