Really quick pointless photo:

This was from Fish Moving Day. I like it because you can see fish, you can see the overhead power line, and you can see me. Well, the top of my head. And my camera.

Anyway, busy. Gotta go.

And I can't get Adam Sandler's red hooded sweatshirt song out of my head after a bit of channel flipping on the weekend. Thanks for that, television.

Might not be around tomorrow. Try to miss me.





Yes, I meant to say try to miss me.

Pointless squirrel photo of the day:

There will probably be a few of these in the next while. One of our local squirrels was tempted enough by the bird seed yesterday that it let me get within about a metre and a half for some portraiture.

It was kind of funny, actually. Red squirrels aren't like the grey squirrels that people in the east might be familiar with. They're not at all social. In fact, one of my university professors once admitted that he wasn't entirely sure how red squirrels ever get close enough to each other to manage to reproduce. They're extremely territorial and can have pretty vicious fights with each other when there's any kind of dispute about who belongs where.

Erm, and before I go any further: in regards to the mating problem, all I can say is that hormones are wonderful things. If you're into mating, that is.

Anyway, this particular squirrel was torn between wanting the free food and wanting to put a helluva lot more distance between it and the idiot with the camera. Food won, obviously, since this shot wasn't taken with a zoom. Any time I moved a little too quickly it was up on the trellis swearing at me, but it would only take a few seconds before it was back at the feeder chowing down.

I know a lot of people have a problem with letting squirrels rob their feeders, but I find it very entertaining. Besides, red squirrels are little wee things. They're not likely to eat you out of house and home. As long as there are food sources elsewhere they'll only hang around a bird feeder for a few minutes at a time and then find something else to eat. And the birds always come back after the squirrel's gone, folks. Like I said above, it's not like the grey squirrels who will move in and take over the neighbourhood to the exclusion of everything else that would have wanted to be there. There's no such thing as a colony of red squirrels.

They'd kill each other.





Honestly, I probably like red squirrels for their general obnoxiousness more than anything. They're cranky.

Remind you of anyone?

Anyway, that'll do it for me today. Nothing earth-shattering on the brain, and I have other things to do. I did manage to get a few interesting (read: odd) pointless photos yesterday, so maybe the blog won't be quite as boring as it's been in the past little while.

Maybe.

Big maybe.




Going now.

Pointless photo of the day, quick version:

Things to do blahdiblahdiblah.

Back later, maybe, if there's anything out there today worth taking pictures of. Kind of at the bottom of the nerdstick barrel at the moment.

In the meantime, since my father's declared that it's Fish Moving Day (I think he's a bit early, but they're his fish and his problem), here's a few pre-move fish for you to enjoy.

Or whatever.

Go have a Saturday.

Wet

The day, that is. Not me.

I was wet yesterday, though.

That's what happens when you go out in the rain.

The pointless photo, by the way, is definitely not recent. It's a bit early in the year for daylilies. The picture's only here because it was one of two on my nerdstick that had a title starting with the word wet.

Anyway, it's wet out there.

Tends to be wet when it's raining.






It's really wet out there, did I mention? Wet to the point where parts of the Sanctuary are flooding. That's not a problem, if anyone was wondering. It's a problem if our skylights at the nature centre start leaking, but so far so good on that count.

I can't say I mind the rain. There's the whole gee-I-can-breathe-now factor, of course, but I like rain on the whole anyway. And for those of you thinking "rain on the whole WHAT?"... well, hush. I like the sound of rain. I like the way it looks. I like being out in the rain, just as long as I'm not getting too cold.

Cold creates its own set of problems, you'll remember.

I know there are people out there rolling their eyes about now, wondering how someone could like rain that much. I'll admit, it probably has a lot to do with the fact that I live in a place that doesn't usually get prolonged rainy spells. Here, when it rains you know that it'll be done reasonably soon. I'm not saying I live in the Great Canadian Desert, but it's more likely to be dry here than wet at any given time.

Of course, I've kind of been a fan of wet even when I've visited places where wet isn't a novelty.

I remember being in Hawaii and marvelling at the way that it rained every day but the rain never seemed to put a halt to anything. And the rain was warm. Warm rain. Now there's something a kid from Alberta doesn't get a chance to feel very often. I even caught myself looking forward to the daily mid-afternoon rain shower. I'm not sure what my family thought about that part, but hey. It made me happy.

Even just the rhythm of rain does something for me. I've talked before (searchable on the old blog, if anyone's desperately curious) about sitting in one of the wings of the family tent trailer as a child and falling asleep to the sound of rain hitting the canvas. I'm back there instantly anytime I hear rain on fabric.

Yeah, I approve of rain.

Well, I suppose that the rain and I had better get back to work. Ok, maybe just me. The rain will do whatever it does without me telling it to.




It's wet out there.

I think I'd better go for a walk in the rain this afternoon just to see if it's wet enough...

Blah

Me, yes. Not the crocus.

I've been up since 4:30 am, which I suppose is fair enough when a person goes to bed at 9 pm the night before. I was more or less done for the day, so I decided to end the day. Slept, too.

Woke up at 4:30.

I feel like it should be time to go home already.

The day is also blah, if anyone was wondering. Foggy this morning; thinking about raining now. Tonight they're apparently predicting a hurricane, which ought to be interesting considering that we're not exactly on the coast here.

Kidding about the hurricane, yes. But it is supposed to be rainy. And windy.

I can live with rain. This time of year, rain means that I get a bit of breathing room. Literally. It takes the trees a little while to get back on the pollen train after a good downpour.

Is it sounding like my life revolves around tree pollen? It does, in early spring. Or late spring, seeing how this spring has been a little fuddled.




Yeah, you can put whatever word you want in there for fuddled. You know what I was thinking when I typed it. Or you should.

Ok, the brain and the backspace key (which just helpfully got rid of a couple of paragraphs of whinge for me) are both saying that this post is turning into even more of a big pile of nothing than it started out to be. Good enough, then. Best go with that feeling before I develop a second (whiny) wind.

Hitting publish... now.

Cranky

Head hurts. Knee hurts. Back hurts, because knee is making it impossible to sit properly in this chair.

However.

Wheat actually brought wine gums, and if the stars are properly aligned Pika will be bringing some as well. She's pretty far behind in her wine gummage, you know.

It's also been raining, which means there's a slight possibility that I might be able to breathe when I go to bed tonight.

However.

My hair is loose today because it was still wet when I left for work. IT'S DRIVING ME BATS.

The end.




Oh, photo:

What I really wanted to write yesterday:

My knee hurts and it's making me cranky. Also, I'm allergic to poplar pollen.

And about today's pointless photo: I don't know either. Think of it as an abstract, I guess.

I'm honestly not sure what was up with yesterday. I don't know if you've noticed, but I occasionally tend to run unexpectedly off at the mouth. Er, fingers. Whatever. Either way, I certainly wasn't intending to do much more than post that tulip bud photo when I logged on.

Ah well.

I've been doing some work-related writing lately -- as much as you can call program scripting writing -- and that generally seems to produce two results with regards to the blog. Either I come on and post nothing but pictures and minimal comments for a week because I'm burned out, or I come on and blaaaaaaaaaaather.

Yesterday? The latter.

I've said on the old blog that one of the big reasons that I post darn near daily whether I have anything of consequence (or lack of same) to say is that I'm not really a natural writer. That is, I have the ability to write but I almost completely lack the drive to do it. I'm never going to pen the next big novel, because I can't be bothered to... bother.

So it seems kind of weird that I write at all, right?

The fact is that sometimes I have to. Sometimes I even want to. But since it's not an overwhelming urge for me to write, it's easy to let myself get out of practice. Communication (of any kind) only becomes easy if you keep the communication joints well lubed, as far as I can tell, and if I don't write regularly I find that it becomes really hard to write at all. Things get a little rusty.

Thus the blather.

Well, that's one of the reasons, anyway. There are others.





Anyway, today is one of the burned-out days. I've got nothing but a sore knee and a sinus headache. As opposed to all the answers, which is what I apparently had yesterday.

I think I'm going to have to talk to that particular voice about that at some point...