I Cut the Lawn and the Lawn Won

The latest round of seasonal allergies aren’t exactly killing me, but they are
causing me enough discomfort that I just about scratched out my eyes out earlier
this evening. No willful, deliberate, or careful scratching in this. No, this is
a vile alternative, a reflexive (even precognitive) knuckling of the lids so frenzied my eyeballs should be grateful I saved them. Interrupted that fit with a couple of
itch-halting eye drops and another dose of generic loratadine. Not the
sort of thing I’d say most days, but today: Thank goodness for pharmaceutical
drugs. So what if sparing my eyes from the acid pollen drifting across Central
New York means I wake up every morning for two weeks with a metallic taste in my
mouth and an overworked internal organs. Small price.

I did cut the lawn. On Saturday. Slow blog-reaction time these
days. Approaching slow to the point of stopped.

I’d explain the two week lull, but there is no juicy story in the explanation.
Did I mention my allergies? Oh. The rest, all teaching prep, teaching, and road
time. I’ll spare you gory details about the workload I’m hefting this summer.
On a lighter and more delightful note, the late May lull included a lap around
Michigan for a nephew’s graduation, a welcome to EMU barbecue, and house
hunting. I’m pretty sure we have a place to live come August, but we
haven’t signed the lease yet.

I have a lot more to say and, at the same time, nada. Warming up lately
to a tolerable degree of blog ambivalence, actually, which means I might blog
every day in June or continue the hiatus until sometime after that.

Pet Eye

We are still working on diversifying Yoki’s poses. In the meantime, I had this terrific photo of him getting ready to smear his nose print on the camera lens, but the flash reflected his eyes at their demonic green eeriest.


Lo and behold, there are tutorials for such things, and thus I was able, in a few easy steps, to adjust the pet eye (obviously, anthropocentrism abounds in the default red eye correction tools)


Yes, I know. You are wondering why, if I have time for “pet eye” correction, I am not back to blogging as usual. Soon, soon, soon (which might somehow or other add up to never again): Watson is nearly drafted, C. 6 (el fin) is well underway, and so on and so on. Plus, remember that this is not far from the usual fare around here.