Excuses, Excuses
April 11, 2009
Here I'd planned to post all of my little travel tales within the first week of getting back, but I have been a busy girl. There was work, of course--Easter brought a sudden deluge of business to the store, and then I was tasked with training one of my coworkers as the subaltern pastry chef. Then some beautiful spring days involving lots of open windows prompted me to repaint my room, which project somehow extended to repainting the scuffed-up stairwells. Then I went to a céilí, if you can believe it, and publicly demonstrated just how badly I coordinate the movements produced by my feet with a musical rhythm registered by my ears. And most importantly, at my behest Silas absconded with The Iron Pot on his most recent trip to New York, so I've suddenly been baking vast quantities of bread. For over two years I've hung on to this recipe that I found in The Oregonian for no-knead bread with a really long rise time, and finally I got to try it out. I may never buy bread again. My parents may never see The Iron Pot again.
But to the point. Photos are up here for your perusal. I may be taking some of them back to the shop (the photoshop, ha ha ha!), or removing others--there are only so many mediocre pictures of trees and mountains that I will scroll through before I start deleting without mercy--but there they are, hooray. We'd gotten all the way to Skye before I realized that the astronomical figure on the bottom right of my camera's screen was the number of photos still available, and that I could increase the size and resolution from "snapshot" to "billboard" quality without maxing out the memory card. So some of the earlier ones are on the grainy side. No matter.
Oh yes--and I wanted to mention aloud that while I was away, Scout turned one year old. She is a grown-up! She was very angry with me when I returned, I had been gone forever and left her with a lot of smelly people who do not give her frozen soybeans. I was not allowed to touch her or to exist within ten feet of her feline orbit for the first two hours--she hissed and growled and generally expressed her disapproval of my negligence. But then she forgave me, and demonstrated her continued devotion by peeing on everyone's belongings but mine. That's love, right there.
But to the point. Photos are up here for your perusal. I may be taking some of them back to the shop (the photoshop, ha ha ha!), or removing others--there are only so many mediocre pictures of trees and mountains that I will scroll through before I start deleting without mercy--but there they are, hooray. We'd gotten all the way to Skye before I realized that the astronomical figure on the bottom right of my camera's screen was the number of photos still available, and that I could increase the size and resolution from "snapshot" to "billboard" quality without maxing out the memory card. So some of the earlier ones are on the grainy side. No matter.
Oh yes--and I wanted to mention aloud that while I was away, Scout turned one year old. She is a grown-up! She was very angry with me when I returned, I had been gone forever and left her with a lot of smelly people who do not give her frozen soybeans. I was not allowed to touch her or to exist within ten feet of her feline orbit for the first two hours--she hissed and growled and generally expressed her disapproval of my negligence. But then she forgave me, and demonstrated her continued devotion by peeing on everyone's belongings but mine. That's love, right there.
