Mr. Chatterbox

I saw this posting on Facebook.

"Dear teacher, I talk no matter where I am. 

Moving my seat will not help."

No surprise to anyone who knows me, but this statement pretty much sums up my childhood. I can't count the number of times I was moved around a classroom until eventually winding up with my desk butting up to the teacher's. Of course, then I just talked to them. 

Glad these things didn't weigh much since the teachers always made me do the moving.

I don't think I understood then that they were lovingly making fun of me, but I know someone in my family gave me this shirt when I must have only been 5 years old or so.

Game Night

Judy and I headed over to Jane's for a evening of grilling out and board games.

Apparently there is a little issue with Jane's salt shaker.

Which seemed to fire off a case of the giggles all evening. 

A winning board. (OK, MY winning board!)

Another of my winning board.

Apparently playing SORRY hundreds of times as a child helped improve my luck.

Up Close

I was playfully chastised from not keeping my blog up to date, so here are a couple of new photos of a hummingbird at my new window feeder.

Lilly's Big Day

Yesterday was turn-in day for Lilly and a number of other CCI dogs. We attended a great ceremony and workshops in Columbus and had a chance to catch up with all my CCI friends.

Special Ceremony Cape

Napping during ceremony

Tasty cookie. Couldn't bite the head off first.

Parting photo

Lilly and her kennel mate, Melia.

It's Hummer Time!

The annual August rise in population has resulted in a bunch of new hummingbirds showing up at my feeders in the past few days.

A Good Cat

EARL

September 1995 - July 27, 2010

Earl, one of our shop cats, lost his four year battle with kidney disease and diabetes today.

He was one of those rare cats who was friends to everyone and he typically positioned himself in the middle of the floor where everyone could say hello to him. He got along with all the dogs and put up with all the little kids who probably gave him more "loving" than most cats would tolerate.

Of course the entire staff loved Earl, but probably no one more than Tim, who was slave to Earl's every wish. When Earl's illness progressed this past winter, he went to live with Tim where he could get more special care.

Earl has been laid to rest at Meg's beautiful farm, atop a hill overlooking the scenery.

Rest well, Earl, Rest well....

Dog Days of Summer

Making sure the overhead fan hits as much bare skin as possible.