I read this story in the paper, and figured I’d do a little bit of help by blogging about it.
Wounded Dog found in Mt. Tabor Park. If you want to help, you can probably call the store belonging to one of the people who helped rescue the dog. The dog needs surgery for a gunshot wound and the rescuer can’t afford it.
We had a nice day at the market yesterday. Not *too* hot, and sales were okay. We didn’t go today — I was too tired. I did get more soap made today and have a plan for the upcoming week. I need to get back in the habit of making soap in the evenings.
I love my new job and I’m looking forward to week 2. Things are happy.
One small whine: there is an old apartment building across the street occupied with mostly young people. They get drunk a lot and are loud. Very annoying. Currently, they are lighting firecrackers and making a lot of noise. At 11:43 on a Sunday night. I hate those people…
Here’s a nice little piece about “real” photography vs. Photoshop. The writer really nails it for me: there is a hands-on feel to black and white photography in a darkroom that gets lost in digital photography.
Plus, I still think a silver-gelatin print kicks the pants off a digital photograph any day.
My first day of work is almost finished. I have a few minutes of break here, to organize my office, etc., before I check back in for last-minute tasks. I have a very large office (more space than I need, really, so I may have a part-time roommate, which is fine), although I got stuck with old furniture… “It was free.” Oh well, maybe in a year I’ll get better furniture… *grin*
This weekend wasn’t too bad for the market. Well, okay, Saturday was fine, Sunday was not too great. It was beastly hot. I suspect that we won’t be going as often on Sundays…
Anyway, I really, really like my job. I’ve been able to dive right in and get to work, which is great (and makes me feel useful). I have had a small headache all day, but I’ve been ignoring it. DH and I went out to lunch, and I thought it was the best thing ever to be able to walk to a cafe we like (the Metro Cafe on Broadway) to meet him for lunch. I suspect we will do it often. I also can walk to and from work, or if I’m really lazy (or late), ride the MAX between 2nd Ave and 10th Ave.
Life is good.