You're Doing It Wrong

This picture is actually from August. I still don’t have all my “photo manipulation” tools on the new machine and I’m almost completely helpless. hehe.

It was dry for a few consecutive days so I moved the camera to the back of the yard by the fence and set the water bucket out again.

The videos were foggy from condensation but clear enough that I could see raccoons stopping by the water bucket at 5 different times.

Every time they stop to look in the bucket, then stir one or both arms in the water, then stick their face in to drink it. It’s like they aren’t happy until one of their dirty feet has been in there.

I moved the camera back under the awning by the house but I left the water bucket out to take care of all their bathing needs.

Check out this magical moment.

I am on my new machine but still fixing things how I like them, re-entering any number of passwords, re-authenticating things, fixing settings, trying to make things work like they used to work. All of Apple’s hard work to make things more fancy is lost on me. I want to do like I did it last year and the year before and the year before.

I was getting a random chime all morning. I never want my technology to make a noise at me unless I specifically set it up. I was checking notification boxes, and unclicking things right and left and still getting the chime.

I finally figured out it was my web-based work email and it took me several more tries before I found the place to turn that off.

Hopefully I can set aside some time next weekend to work with it some more.

This is probably too small to see but in the background you can see a pair of glowing eyes racing across the yard before the closer guy sprints by. That’s one of the funniest images is when all you can see is glowing eyes. Sometimes there are three pairs floating way back there in the garden bed

Bob and I like to have the closed captioning on for everything we watch.

The captions crack me up, “Somber music” or “Quiet mumbling.”

Recently on The Mandelorian there was a character that did not speak a human language and the Mandelorian couldn’t speak her language so she just gurgled a bit. There is an exciting scene and the caption was: “Frog Lady screams.”

For some reason I think that’s hilarious. I still laugh about it.

I am doing the computer today. Think good thoughts.

19446 / 25000 words. 78% done!

I now have so many of the same basic raccoon and opossum clips that it’s become ho-hum. I need to go back through the ones I got from the beginning that I was so excited about and weed them down. Computer anthropologists of the future will wonder why I have 10 million pictures of the same flowers and the same garden and the same wildlife. (JK – I don’t believe in computer anthropologists because there is no way anything will be that back-compatible.)

I recently came across a hard copy of that novel about hairbands (meaning Poison and Ratt, not like devices to hold your hair out of your eyes) that I wrote about 15 years ago. I re-read a part where the protagonist was concerned that by sound too confident about his band, he would come across as conceited.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Do kids today even know the word conceited? I’m sure there’s a generational divide on this topic.

Different times.

We are nearing an interesting time with the daily posts because I am ready to upgrade to my new computer finally and something is bound to come up to give me trouble and I won’t want to deal with posting. If I disappear, that’s what’s going on.

Mom wanted us to make a little pit stop on our way to her house to get some of her favorite brandy that isn’t always easy to find.

But the All Star Liquor in Hilt, CA has it. Extra stop to visit a well stocked adult beverage store? No problem at all.

While we were there we saw our friend Jack Daniel and Captain Morgan.

And these Kahlua figures guarding the ice machine. Great customer service, too. They carry your purchases to your car for you.

Toes is another next door cat. Once, he and I were friends. He would come over and we’d hang out.

But then every time I saw him in my yard he was taking a crap. Like a crap right in the middle of the garden.

I would run out there and yell: do I take a crap in your yard?

Then he got so used to it he would just squat there and stare at me while I yelled so I started running out there waving a rake at him.

That annoyed him. So now he waits until I’m washing dishes. I’ll be standing at the sink looking out and he will wait until I see him and then calmly take a crap while holding eye contact. Clearly this is someone I crossed in another life.

Even in the middle of the night he’s looking right at me while he sprays.