Part of the pond we were inspecting had dried. We needed to mark the outer edge of the area where mud was showing -- and me, being the lightest, was nominated. I walked on little towers of mud, wobbly and with moats of water around them. The further into the pond I went, the more squishy the towers became until at one point they started cracking. Like you picture ice cracking on a frozen river. I froze too and took data with the GPS unit and then ran back to the shore, hoping that light, quick touches on each mud tower would make them less likely to collapse.
The rain held. It poured when I arrived home. Good day.
It's a pillow! It's a pet!
Bill and I went into work early this morning. We were treated to a beautiful sunrise and a beautiful bridge and beautiful headlands and everything was golden and clear. A "we are so glad we live here" moment with our coffee and early morning conversation.
Pre-movie poster pose. People were really dressed up. One girl had a wand coming out of her forehead.
Still excited. Mischief managed.
Kate and Amanda
Jeff and me
I have been in front of a computer so much during the day, I just don't want to see it when I get home. Also, I have spent a lot of time in the last week or so trying to finish a super long book club book. This means I don't blog very much since blogging at work is theoretically frowned upon. There is a back log of activities, thoughts, events I could write about.. but I won't.
