The guilt level is rising--been too long since I posted. Actually, a good post with pictures takes me about an hour (because I'm a Luddite--I have to select my pictures, then downsize the file, then post them). And I keep *meaning* to post but . . . . (fill in with choice of excuse here).
So a few recent highlights. The Ice Bucket Challenge. For those of you who have been living under a rock, this is a challenge to raise money for ALS research. If you're nominated you have to either donate $100 to the foundation, or, for a reduced donation of $10, have a bucket of ice dumped over your head. My friend Gill got nominated, and we of course went to go watch--just to show moral support, of course. So she got iced--at which point she nominated us. What started out as a chance to laugh at a friend ended up with use coming home in wet clothes. Being, however, that it was about 95 degrees that day, it felt pretty good after the initial shock.
Same friend also managed to get herself involved in another fundraiser (not including buckets of ice this time) called the BikeFest--celebrating all things motorcycle (proceeds going to Ability First). Now, Bob likes motorcycles but not enough to own one, and I'm disinterested in them. But the bike group that was running this is also the group that volunteers to provide security at our haunted trail, so we thought it only fair to volunteer at their event. Bob times competitions in taking apart and then putting together brakes, and I ran a game called Splat The Rat (use your imagination--but no rats were harmed).
Work has picked up and I've been doing overtime sewing at the School of Theatre. I've also taken over training the new volunteer animal handlers at the museum. When I get home, I've been building Halloween props and costumes, and also making homemade self-drying clay to cast dozens of little skulls for kids to paint during the Howl.
This past weekend was spend building the sets for the trail. We have all the foundations in (meaning the trail looks like a forest of 2 x 4's--but the walls go in next week. The weather was *gorgeous*--clear, and in the high 70's (quite a change from the mid-90's we've still been having).
And, of course, still tending to the wee squirrel. He had some rough days, to the point that I was convinced I was going to lose him, but he's a tough little guy and seems like he's pulled through. For the first three weeks I had him I managed to avoid naming him (if you don't name the critters, it's easier to release them when the time comes). But during this time I always approached his box with cautionary dread--would he still be alive, or would it be over. Up until the moment I opened his box, he could be either--which led me one time to exclaim--who are you, Schrodinger's Squirrel?? And the name has stuck.
So that's where I've been. I promise pictures next time.