I had mentioned a post or two ago that I was going to be a guest blogger for Spinning Daily (the web page associated with Spin Off Magazine). Well, it happened, and my first post is here:
My third brush with fame concerned the Historic Collection (even though I'm not working there anymore). As a student project, some students held a fundraiser for the collection, and did an interview/videotape of me talking about it. I was really impressed with their editing--in reality I rather rambled on a bit. But here I am:
26 views so far. Doesn't seem to be going viral.
In other news, spring has sprung. So have the weeds in the garden. There are some plants in there also that we meant to have there (such as peppers and tomatoes and cotton) but we have to go find them. Been raining, and the weeds love that. So did the colds that Bob and I both had last week. He's recovered. I mostly have, except that he's had a few days of peace and quiet because I have total laryngitis. I didn't have anyone to cover me at work yesterday to do the animal encounters, so Bob was kind enough to go along and be the Voice of Ann while I held the animals. After three days of this it's starting to feel like we're Penn and Teller. It's oddly isolating--things like having to go get Bob when the phone rings because I can't answer it.
We went to the annual Art in the Park this last Saturday (when I still had a voice). Forgot to take the camera, but we enjoyed looking at all the artwork. One piece came home with us. For years, I've had this thing about finding a "mummy baby." Like when opening an old trunk in the historic collection--"maybe there's a mummy baby in there." Or seeing a dusty cardboard box in the back of a garage sale "oooo--might be a mummy baby." (Note: I would probably freak if I ever did find a real mummy baby)
So we're strolling along, and Bob looks over at a booth and says "Mummy Baby!" Sure enough--there were three mummy babies hanging up on a wall. I try not to buy stuff on impulse, so we wandered through the rest of the booths--and then I went back and got it.
There are some cuter spring babies around here. The wrens on the back deck have hatched and started to feather out.
And my animal rehabber friend is up to her ears in baby possums, so I brought home two litters today. One group had just come in, and are still rather skittish (don't blame them--their mother got killed by a dog)\
The other group is very much at the "are you my Mommy?" stage. Couldn't get a good group picture because they were too busy trying to crawl into my hand and up my arm.
And speaking of which--it's feeding time.