Perkins takes a break

He's been playing "catch" with himself.

Playful Perkins

Dog park

Play time. Winnie made a really compelling case for taking her to the dog park. My primary objection to the idea was that "I'm tiiiiiired! She made the point that, if she didn't get to go to the park, she was going to explode. Then there would be bits of golden retriever everywhere...and cleaning up that kind of mess was bound to be more exhausting than just driving her to the park in the first place. Touche, Winnie.

At the vet's office

Winnie at the dog park

I wish I hadn't messed up and cut off the first video I tried to record--it would have contained the longest burst of Winnie playing with another dog.  (I think it was a boxer.)

Edit: I just listened to the audio (forgot that I had said anything in this video, as often I just record without comment. And I noticed that I had mentioned the mud puddles, but they weren't really featured in the video. Trust me--there were plenty of them. And lots of dogs absolutely *wallowing* in them.  Fortunately, Winnie didn't seem interested. And she was only really interested in the other dogs when they came up to her.

When I took Brady to the park, it was apparently his job to "secure the perimeter" before he could settle down and enjoy himself. (Read: lean against any human who would allow it.)

Winnie's job, as far as I can tell, is to sniff *everything*. She did run around some too, and seemed to enjoy herself.  Then I took her to PetSmart to try to find her a few toys.  All she really had was a few tennis balls, which seem to have become one with our yard and lost their appeal as toys. I thought I could let her choose something that caught her interest, but once again, it is her job to sniff *everything*. She can't "play favorites".

45 and 33 1/3

I woke up, not too long ago, from a dream. Well, I guess it started as a dream, but I can't actually remember a location, or the other people involved--so really at this point what I have is a "morning musing".


For some reason, the topic of records came up. And there was some song of which I said, "I remember having that on a '45'." To which the other person asked "45? 45 what?"
"RPM"
"Which stands for...?"
"Um...Rotations per minute." (Sometimes I'm a little amazed at how much old information I have tucked away somewhere in my brain. This sort of thing is hidden most of the time, but still can be dug out without too much bother should the need arise.)


So, I woke up thinking about this. "Back in the day" I was a lot closer to being able to tell you how the music happened than I am now. Mind you, the music sounded like crap--I guess. (But at the time I had nothing to compare it to.) But I actually had to set a needle down in the little groove, and I could watch and see that one kind of record spun faster than another kind.


We've got much cooler stuff these days, but I have NO idea how any of it works.

In which I sing...

sing a song.

In ancient times....

I found this in an Introductory Psychology text. For anyone who can't make out the words, the caption starts out, "In ancient times, people actually had to write or type their first, second, and sometimes third drafts on real paper."

Shouldn't there be some sort of indication that "this is hyperbole"? Even quotation marks around the word "ancient" would have helped. :p