Today was the day everyone on Earth was supposed to wave at the planet Saturn, low on the eastern horizon in the afternoon. Way out there at Saturn, the Cassini space probe is looking back this way as Saturn eclipses the sun, and the pictures it takes during this event – while Saturn is blocking out the direct light of the sun from Cassini’s vantage point – should show Earth as a tiny bright-blue half-pixel reflecting the sun’s light.
Since it was clouded over and trying to rain on us, we made our own Saturn out of a styrofoam ball, with paper clips holding up a somewhat floppy construction-paper ring. Obviously, Douglas Trumbull isn’t quaking in his boots. Read More
Coco’s giving up on getting to come in the house for some reason (her person did finally show up though)…
…and the freezing rain’s coming down pretty good to put a nice coating of ice on top of all this crap. Yay?
So, if one puts any stock into the Weather Channel’s invented, hurricanesque “storm names” for winter storms – names that are their invention and not recognized or sanctioned (but are, in all likelihood, giggled at) by the actual Weather Service – we are being hit by “Winter Storm Q” right now. (Winter Storm Khan hit another part of the country a few weeks ago.) Right now, we’ve got snow transitioning into something harder and nastier, sleet and little ice pellets. As if my exile to the house needed to be formalized somehow, me and the boy are stuck here for a while. Read More
Little E and me had a pretty full day. Read More
I’ve got several “family portraits” of our cat family, most of which are down to luck. I’ve been trying to keep my eyes open for opportune moments to get both dogs together, but there just haven’t been many opportunities – either they’re not close together, or they’re both asleep (not really at their best), or they’re doing goofy crap like this:
We had to spend an unnervingly large amount of my wife’s paycheck on a vet visit for Xena the other day. She hasn’t been the same since the weather got nice again and we let her go back outside – well, it’s more like we had to push her outside.
And therein lies the problem. Read More
My pasture, let me show you it. These pictures were taken in 2007, a few weeks before Evan was born.