Do you hear that?
Across the back yard, past the neighbor's house? That rumbling sound? It's a lawnmower! A lawnmower! It would never occur to you that one could mow his lawn in January, and yet it's true. The weather has been sunny and dry for the past several days. The grass is long (because you never got the end-of-year mow in that you wanted), and giving it a trim sounds like an excellent way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Time to hang up your blogging cap and put on your yardwork cap instead...
Speaking of minor miracles: when I came home today, all the cats but Nemo crowded around for attention. I sat in the parlor to write. Simon jumped on the bench in the bay window. Toto hopped onto the arm of my chair. Meatball climbed onto my lap. They sat together and purred peacefully — Toto didn't hiss once.
It was a fine weekend in which we got to be social, but we also got a lot done. I'm pleased when my Sundays set up the week for productivity.
I hit a wall today, though.
I've finally been importing the seven hours of video I took during our 2004 cruise to Alaska. Now that my hard drive is nearly full (video takes a lot of space), I've begun to edit the footage. Here's the first part:
I'm compressing each hour to ten minutes (or preferably less). I don't really know what I'm doing, but I'm having fun. The real problem is that it takes time, and lots of it. I spent all day today editing parts two, three, and five. I didn't get any box-work done. I didn't get any blogging done. I only edited video. This is not good. Now I'm no longer ahead in my work. If I do this any more, I'll actually be behind.
I can tell you this: I want to take a video camera on our European vacation this summer!
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — Peanut Battle In which the birds fight for food in our yard.