Month: December 2004

  • I bought a $5.97 package of those popper things at Tom Thumb yesterday. . . you know, the ones that explode when you throw them down or at a wall, and when one pulls a string, etc.?  Since fireworks are illegal here in the city, these are what are subbed.

    Charles sneered at my modest offering, saying that he and Tanner (part of the Cow Sponge band, doncha know) had bought heaps more than those.  He's spending the night at Tanner's, where they will presumably terrorize the neighborhood with their astounding mound of exploding poppers.

    Dmitry had a good time out on the back porch, however:

    Well, he did when they went off as they're supposed to.   ;->

    The top two pictures were taken with the night scene mode, while the last one was not.  Quite a difference!

    Hope everyone has a safe New Year's Eve! 

  • The mail brought a pleasant surprise today . . . a package sent from Vera in Moscow, c/o Gladney.  A lovely New Year's card (remember New Year's is the Big Deal holiday over there, not Christmas), a couple of ornaments for the tree, a 2005 calendar from one of the art museums we saw, and a Russian pop music CD.  What riches! 

  • So how'd you spend your Thursday evening?

    The computer's been occasionally making a weird noise and when asked what he thought it was, Don sighed unhappily, saying he's rather afraid it's the hard drive going out, so I might want to go ahead and transfer all those photos on it to CD's.

    Suffice it to say one folder alone contained over 2 GB of pictures. 

    I've been transferring for hours, but finally have at least most of the pictures on a dozen CD's.

    Of course, there are things besides photos that I want to save . . . I'll start working on those tomorrow.

  • Today was my first outing with the entire Waybourn Russian Federation . . . we went to see Lemony Snicket, which wound up being a good bit more "talkie" than expected.  The newly arrived boys seemed to enjoy the visit to the park afterward the most, even though the ducks weren't hungry, and I can't think where all the squirrels got off to:

    Here's Reagan, who grasped the concept of throwing bread to the ducks right off.

    To the right is Joe, who is talking to Dan (in orange) on one of Dan's new walkie-talkie set.  Mercy Maud, the boys got a kick out of those:

    It's hard to believe it's been a year since I used to take Dmitry and Dan (then "Kirill") to the park, and now we're back with reinforcements. 

  • Can you believe it?  There's no way to increase the amount of picture space used! 

    So I archived the original IvyVine and set up The Ivy Vine 2.

    I'm not deleting the original, however.  Not for a while, anyway.

    However, you'll have to update your bookmarks or subscribe to this site, for this is where I'll be musing and mulling from here on out.  At least until I run out of picture space again.