Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

As rambling and pointless as a regular post, but illustrated

When I got home this afternoon I opened up the drapes on the back door to give the seedlings a little more light. I'm actually kind of excited about these guys, especially the peppers. I'd given up on them, since the tomatoes are an inch high already and the germination periods were about the same; but just yesterday I saw tiny green sprouts:

After opening the drapes, I noticed that my next door neighbors have the hookah out. Which doesn't thrill me, because this probably means a big loud party under my bedroom window tonight. And because a hookah on the deck of a suburban townhouse still strikes me as incongruous, I stuck my head out of the bedroom window and took a picture of it:

Now with Jefferson Airplane going through my head (And if you go chasing rabbits / And you know you're going to fall / Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar / Has given you the call / To call Alice / When she was just small) and the camera in my hand, I remembered that RP had wished for a picture of the asparagus pie. Well, it isn't as nice looking after 24 hours in the refrigerator, but I do still have a leftover piece (leftover leftovers, that doesn't sound good at all.):

Then the dog alerted me to the fact that Victor was home...the sound of his car wakes her up and she gets very excited:

When I get home, she doesn't even bother coming downstairs. I think it might have something to do with Victor's arrival signaling dinner time.
And while the dog ate, I decided to take a few "before" pictures of the ugly kitchen:

And the ugly floor. Honestly, I can scrub this tile for an hour with solvents I steal from the lab, and it won't look clean. But I did realize, after the corner of this tile broke and I saw what was underneath, that it could be worse. The picture doesn't do it justice; it's much more orange in real life.

I took photojournalism in college. I did not get a very good grade on my photo essay project.