Part-time prevaricator
It was gorgeous out this weekend, simply beautiful. Highs of 29°C Saturday and Sunday. So I washed, like, all the laundry in my house and hung it on the line to dry on Saturday.
My neighbours decided to have themselves a fire in their backyard fire pit, about an hour before I brought my laundry in.
Long story short, every shirt I put on now smells like camping. Not that I’m complaining.
It’s nice to be able to forget my gloves in the office and not worry about having my fingers shatter.
Items found in the pockets of a parka unworn since February:
Much appreciated, past self.
So here I am in Winnipeg, ready for a class this Tuesday evening, and what shows up this morning? That’s right. A blizzard.
And it occurs to me: Will the instructor for the class be able to make it here from south of town?
Update: She did indeed make it in.
This evening I set up my camera on a tripod, with a wall wart providing power, and pointed at the sky. I used CHDK to ask that it take one photo every 30 seconds till I told it to stop. I started it about 6:30 PM and shut it down about 9:00.
That’s the result.
Next up: more star trails.
It’s been a good day for taking photos with my phone, evidently.
Snow for May Day.
Someone loves the Duke.
My favourite of all the false messiahs.
I got to use my camera’s CHDK software to snag some photos of lightning. This one was by far the best and the brightest of the images.
The temperature has gone from ‑1°C to ‑30°C in something less than 24 hours. My house is responding by making alarming cracking noises. I’m not enthused about walking to work this morning. Thankfully it’s only about 3 blocks.
The roads were dry, the sidewalks clean, the lawns showing brown. Then we got a big dump of snow the other day, and more today.
Curses.
At least I have a Mexico-themed party to go to tonight.
So I got myself an early start.
