While looking over all those blog entries I copied from Efx2 (all 294 of them), I noticed a few things. When I wrote shorter entries, I wrote more often. When I made fewer photos, I included photos more often. Interesting trends.
So I'm thinking maybe I should go back to the more frequent though shorter entries. You know that some of my posts get kind of long, since I have a lot of things to share with you. So maybe if I go for shorter entries ... I'll have to think about it.
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One thing I don't like about Vox is that I can't get the font I like (Georgia) for my entries. I have tried to change them bodily here, but they seem to want to switch back to the default for the particular design I am using. (Sigh) Blogger, by the way, doesn't do that. Hmmm.
I know some of the Vox designs use Georgia, but when I tried to find some of them last night, I didn't have much luck. How to burn an hour or two.
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One thing I didn't mention before is that we are going to take a little vacation next week. A short jaunt down to visit my son, who lives about 525 miles away, in the northern Detroit suburbs. It amounts to four days and three nights on the road. Better get that iPod all charged up.
David is coming along, and we're going to see if it's possible for him to stay with his older brother. My wife and I will stay at a motel.
Apart from his daytime job (at a bank corporation), my older son is into improv comedy, and he has been learning about it. He has been part of improv shows before, and he recently told us that another one will take place on the last Saturday of July. So my wife and I started talking later and agreed this might deserve a trip from the parental units.
After all, we haven't visited him during summer for years. Our only visits have been around Thanksgiving, since the trips were paid for by the paper--I was going down there to cover our football team playing in the state finals in Detroit.
We'll pay for this one ourselves, even with gas hitting $4.29/gallon up here. It will cost some money, but seeing your son do his improv thing: priceless.
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OK, now it's time to show what Charlie has been doing. An explanation first.
I had a pair of athletic shoes I used for many years. Finally the laces wore through the eyelets, and I decided to get a new pair. The laces I had on the old shoes were virtually new, so I took them off the shoes, which I forgot to throw out.
Enter Charlie. Lately, she has been playing with marbles in the living room, batting them around from one paw to another as she runs across the floor. On this night, the marble managed to get inside my shoe, and she wanted to get it out ...
She was pawing around inside the shoe for a while, rocking it. Because she heard the marble inside, down by the toe. But there it stayed--until she got the bright idea to tip the shoe up ...
Sure enough, the marble was freed from its prison. Charlie played for it a while ...
Charlie picked up the marble in her mouth, walked back to the shoe ... and dropped it back in there, so she could play with it again. In and out ...
A week or so ago, we had Charlie's exotic cat toys spread out on the floor of the living room ...
They consist of both of the shoelaces from the old shoes (tied together), the plastic ring from a jug of milk, a larger plastic ring from a jar of applesauce, the inverted top of a stack of DVDs (with two marbles inside) and a plastic bag.
Charlie knows enough about physics to understand how to get the marbles out: Simply tip the plastic DVD top on its side, and there you are ...
Well, if you look closely in the next photo, there's a half roll of candy inside--Smarties, I think--and Charlie is wrestling with the bag to get it out ...
Then Charlie and I decided to go fishing. My "line" was the tied-together shoelaces. I would throw it out, Charlie would catch an end and start wrestling with it as I slowly tried to pull it back. At one point, she wore both shoelaces on her back atop my mom's old old sewing chest--much to the puzzlement of Maggie, watching in back ...
Maggie, who is nearing her 16th year, is getting thinner all the time. Unfortunately, she still won't get along with Charlie. So, some time after our trip to Detroit, we will visit the animal shelter to see if we can find a playmate for a kitty who would dearly like someone to play with.
Charlie is a clever KAT! Have a good trip to visit your son. I hope he does wonderfully with his improv. What fun!
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