Narwhal finger puppet, spotted as I picked up trash while walking.
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Showing posts with label trash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trash. Show all posts
Thursday, April 02, 2020
Sunday, September 08, 2019
August day lilies
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Day lilies from last month.
I still pick up trash when I walk. I was very glad to send the cigarettes in this box to the dump before they were smoked and before their butts hit the ground. Good riddance!
Evening sky.
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Day lilies from last month.
I still pick up trash when I walk. I was very glad to send the cigarettes in this box to the dump before they were smoked and before their butts hit the ground. Good riddance!
Evening sky.
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Friday, February 08, 2019
January 1, 2019
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Finally back in the correct year, after more than 5 weeks! Yay.
My better half bought himself a new toy.
The thing that stirs up the dough in this bread machine stays in the bread until you remove it. This is what the bottom of a loaf looks like, after baking.
Looks like bread, smells like bread, tastes like bread. Victory is declared!
Here's a public service announcement. Did you know that the ends of boxes of stuff like aluminum foil, and waxed paper, and plastic wrap, might have perforations for little tab thingies that you push into the box, to keep the rolls from falling out as you pull on the foil/paper/plastic?
I didn't, until someone told me in December 2018.
Some of them do. Here's an example. This is aluminum foil.....
I pushed in that half-circle, which left the half-circle tab inside the box, and inside the roll holding the aluminum foil.
Who knew. (See those faint white words at the bottom, telling you about the tab? I never saw those, until I knew to look for them....)
I pick up trash when I walk. You can't see most of it, but there was a LOT of styrofoam in this trash. It seemed that someone had left some largeish styrofoam item where it could be run over. There were many, many, many bits of whatever it was. Sigh.
The odd thing in this assortment is the yellow wrapper. That is a pasta wrapper from Martelli, which makes pasta on top of a hill in Tuscany. I have been there. I have watched Martelli making pasta, from inside the place where it's made. (I hesitate to call it a factory -- there are machines mixing the dough,and pressing it out through the dies, but most of the process is hand done.)
This is really good pasta. Maybe THE best. (I'm told that when other pasta manufacturers in Italy are asked "If you couldn't eat your own pasta, whose would you eat?," the answer is "Martelli"....)
Trash from really good products is much less likely to be on the ground than trash from, say, fast-food restaurants. So I was surprised to find this. Both because of the rarity, and because of the quality.
There is almost always more trash on the ground after trash day. Especially on windy days. I'm going to guess that a windy trash day is why this was on the ground...............
This, too, was on the ground, just a couple of doors down the hill from our house.
My eye was caught by the pieces of cable, which I thought (before I picked them up) were pieces of nylon rope. Nope. These are metal. As I picked them up, I noticed the rest of this stuff. What are the odds this has nothing to do with repairs to whatever was broken when our power went out?
Closeup of the plastic bag -- this looks like heavy-duty electrical stuff to me.
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Finally back in the correct year, after more than 5 weeks! Yay.
My better half bought himself a new toy.
The thing that stirs up the dough in this bread machine stays in the bread until you remove it. This is what the bottom of a loaf looks like, after baking.
Looks like bread, smells like bread, tastes like bread. Victory is declared!
Here's a public service announcement. Did you know that the ends of boxes of stuff like aluminum foil, and waxed paper, and plastic wrap, might have perforations for little tab thingies that you push into the box, to keep the rolls from falling out as you pull on the foil/paper/plastic?
I didn't, until someone told me in December 2018.
Some of them do. Here's an example. This is aluminum foil.....
I pushed in that half-circle, which left the half-circle tab inside the box, and inside the roll holding the aluminum foil.
Who knew. (See those faint white words at the bottom, telling you about the tab? I never saw those, until I knew to look for them....)
I pick up trash when I walk. You can't see most of it, but there was a LOT of styrofoam in this trash. It seemed that someone had left some largeish styrofoam item where it could be run over. There were many, many, many bits of whatever it was. Sigh.
The odd thing in this assortment is the yellow wrapper. That is a pasta wrapper from Martelli, which makes pasta on top of a hill in Tuscany. I have been there. I have watched Martelli making pasta, from inside the place where it's made. (I hesitate to call it a factory -- there are machines mixing the dough,and pressing it out through the dies, but most of the process is hand done.)
This is really good pasta. Maybe THE best. (I'm told that when other pasta manufacturers in Italy are asked "If you couldn't eat your own pasta, whose would you eat?," the answer is "Martelli"....)
Trash from really good products is much less likely to be on the ground than trash from, say, fast-food restaurants. So I was surprised to find this. Both because of the rarity, and because of the quality.
There is almost always more trash on the ground after trash day. Especially on windy days. I'm going to guess that a windy trash day is why this was on the ground...............
This, too, was on the ground, just a couple of doors down the hill from our house.
My eye was caught by the pieces of cable, which I thought (before I picked them up) were pieces of nylon rope. Nope. These are metal. As I picked them up, I noticed the rest of this stuff. What are the odds this has nothing to do with repairs to whatever was broken when our power went out?
Closeup of the plastic bag -- this looks like heavy-duty electrical stuff to me.
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Friday, January 25, 2019
December 26, 2018
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December 26. Sunrise shortly after the solstice.
Still picking up trash when I walk. If anything is going to make it from Michigan to the ocean, it's styrofoam. I picked up more pieces of styrofoam on Dec. 26 than ever before, I think. It seems like something large, made of styrofoam, had been hit by a car (??) and made into MANY smaller bits.
Sigh. And ARGH.
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December 26. Sunrise shortly after the solstice.
Still picking up trash when I walk. If anything is going to make it from Michigan to the ocean, it's styrofoam. I picked up more pieces of styrofoam on Dec. 26 than ever before, I think. It seems like something large, made of styrofoam, had been hit by a car (??) and made into MANY smaller bits.
Sigh. And ARGH.
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Wednesday, January 23, 2019
December 19, 2018
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Strange texture in/on this cloud.
A closer look. It seems to be perforated, over and over....
More clouds.
I pick up trash when I walk. I do not pick up cigarette butts. There are just too many of them.
I do pick up cigarette boxes. This is the first time I've picked up a box that had cigarettes in it. I am happy that no one will smoke these, and that no one will toss these 10 butts on the ground after smoking them.
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Strange texture in/on this cloud.
A closer look. It seems to be perforated, over and over....
More clouds.
I pick up trash when I walk. I do not pick up cigarette butts. There are just too many of them.
I do pick up cigarette boxes. This is the first time I've picked up a box that had cigarettes in it. I am happy that no one will smoke these, and that no one will toss these 10 butts on the ground after smoking them.
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Wednesday, November 14, 2018
November 6, 2018
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In the morning, on November 6, I was reading the Daily Kos Good News, which I can't recommend too highly for any Democrat who needs a spirit boost. If you google kos good news, you'll find it.
In the roundup for Nov. 6, someone linked in a video of a rock band playing "We Can be Heroes." (I think that's the right name....) It goes "We can be heroes, for just one day..."
I posted this to Instagram on the morning of Nov. 6:
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If we can be heroes for just one day, let it be today. Let’s get out there and save our democracy.
🇺🇸 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 🇺🇸 💙🌟💙🌟💙
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What to wear, when going to vote on November 6, 2018?
Blue Wave Socks, of course. :-) These socks have Hokusai's blue wave.
It was busy when we got to our polling place at about 11:30, but when we left at ten after noon, there was no line at all. That was disconcerting........... Where was everyone?
We walked to and from the jr. high where we vote.
Bright shrub. I have a sense I ought to know what this is, but I'm not coming up with a name.
I picked up trash on the way home..............................
We went to Zingerman's Bakehouse for lunch. It was a wet day. Not pouring, but not not precipitating. Drizzly, with some sprinkles.
The Bakehouse refurbished its outdoor eating area this summer, and put down this gray-on-gray patio. A Japanese maple was planted. Don't these leaves look great on this patio?
Self-portrait, with maple leaves.
Email to me from PostcardsToVoters.org on Election Evening -- thatsa lotta postcards! Pleased to have been one of the writers of same. DOING SOMETHING helped me feel, well, like I was doing something!
Closeup of the people supported by PostcardsToVoters. I put stars next to the names of people I wrote for.
I don't do facebook, but there is content on facebook that we
facebook-rejecters can see, including at least part of what is on the
PostcardsToVoters site. They have an audio thank-you note from Adrienne
Bell, and a video thank-you from Aftab Pureval. :-)
I don't know how many votes we flipped into the blue column, but I am very pleased that at least some of these candidates knew we were writing. I am pleased to know that we boosted their spirits by supporting them from all over the country.
Aftab said he knew we were writing, because he got a card from us. :-)
Some of these people were really strong candidates who did not succeed. This time.
I surely hope we will hear from most of them in the future!
(As I write this on November 12, not all the votes have been counted for at least a handful of the candidates on this list. I hadn't realized how many races would not be finished for days or weeks after election day! Hoping that all the Democrats who are waiting for results are victorious despite ongoing despicable activity that is intended to subvert the process!)
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In the morning, on November 6, I was reading the Daily Kos Good News, which I can't recommend too highly for any Democrat who needs a spirit boost. If you google kos good news, you'll find it.
In the roundup for Nov. 6, someone linked in a video of a rock band playing "We Can be Heroes." (I think that's the right name....) It goes "We can be heroes, for just one day..."
I posted this to Instagram on the morning of Nov. 6:
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If we can be heroes for just one day, let it be today. Let’s get out there and save our democracy.
🇺🇸 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊 🇺🇸 💙🌟💙🌟💙
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What to wear, when going to vote on November 6, 2018?
Blue Wave Socks, of course. :-) These socks have Hokusai's blue wave.
It was busy when we got to our polling place at about 11:30, but when we left at ten after noon, there was no line at all. That was disconcerting........... Where was everyone?
We walked to and from the jr. high where we vote.
Bright shrub. I have a sense I ought to know what this is, but I'm not coming up with a name.
I picked up trash on the way home..............................
We went to Zingerman's Bakehouse for lunch. It was a wet day. Not pouring, but not not precipitating. Drizzly, with some sprinkles.
The Bakehouse refurbished its outdoor eating area this summer, and put down this gray-on-gray patio. A Japanese maple was planted. Don't these leaves look great on this patio?
Self-portrait, with maple leaves.
Email to me from PostcardsToVoters.org on Election Evening -- thatsa lotta postcards! Pleased to have been one of the writers of same. DOING SOMETHING helped me feel, well, like I was doing something!
Closeup of the people supported by PostcardsToVoters. I put stars next to the names of people I wrote for.
I don't know how many votes we flipped into the blue column, but I am very pleased that at least some of these candidates knew we were writing. I am pleased to know that we boosted their spirits by supporting them from all over the country.
Aftab said he knew we were writing, because he got a card from us. :-)
Some of these people were really strong candidates who did not succeed. This time.
I surely hope we will hear from most of them in the future!
(As I write this on November 12, not all the votes have been counted for at least a handful of the candidates on this list. I hadn't realized how many races would not be finished for days or weeks after election day! Hoping that all the Democrats who are waiting for results are victorious despite ongoing despicable activity that is intended to subvert the process!)
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Monday, November 12, 2018
November 4, 2018
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The leaves were starting to come down on November 4. The streets, under trees, were carpeted with leaves.
Lots of leaves on the sidewalk, too. Crunching through the leaves; stopping at the end to pick up trash.....
Savoring some individuals.
Japanese maple.
"Regular" (but *large*) maple, with the same leaf as above.
Another Japanese maple. I don't remember seeing a pale yellow Japanese maple before. (All the leaves I saw from this tree were this color.) I prefer the scarlet of the previous one.
Love these colors........
This is the biggest maple leaf I've seen this year (maybe ever).
Three of the leaves we've already looked at, with my size 8.5 shoe for scale. That is a BIG maple leaf.........
Yet another maple. I think this one is a swamp maple.
I really don't know what this is. The substance and color make me think it's an oak, but it's so skinny.... (I tried uploading an image to Google, to see what it thought, and its best guess was that it's a moth. NOPE..................... *Pretty* sure I can tell a leaf from a moth, particularly after I've picked it up!)
Oak.
Here's that brilliant maple leaf again, taped to the fridge.
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The leaves were starting to come down on November 4. The streets, under trees, were carpeted with leaves.
Lots of leaves on the sidewalk, too. Crunching through the leaves; stopping at the end to pick up trash.....
Savoring some individuals.
Japanese maple.
"Regular" (but *large*) maple, with the same leaf as above.
Another Japanese maple. I don't remember seeing a pale yellow Japanese maple before. (All the leaves I saw from this tree were this color.) I prefer the scarlet of the previous one.
Love these colors........
This is the biggest maple leaf I've seen this year (maybe ever).
Three of the leaves we've already looked at, with my size 8.5 shoe for scale. That is a BIG maple leaf.........
Yet another maple. I think this one is a swamp maple.
I really don't know what this is. The substance and color make me think it's an oak, but it's so skinny.... (I tried uploading an image to Google, to see what it thought, and its best guess was that it's a moth. NOPE..................... *Pretty* sure I can tell a leaf from a moth, particularly after I've picked it up!)
Oak.
Here's that brilliant maple leaf again, taped to the fridge.
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Thursday, October 11, 2018
October 4, 2018
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I went downtown to have lunch with my friend from work. This is what's left of the parking lot next to the library. Looking east at Tower Plaza (tall apartment building) in the background.
This is on the sidewalk in the previous. You can see the way it's skewed by the angle at which I took the pic, above. I wanted to see if I could get it close to rectangular by messing with it in photoshop. The result is below.
The U had an old-drug-pickup day on October 4. After lunch, L. and I walked up to campus to drop off unwanted meds. The ones I dropped off were expired OTC meds. It's good to have a proper place to get rid of them. Shuddering to remember instructions from years ago to flush unwanted meds. Right into the water, for everyone on the planet to drink.................. :-(
Looking south toward the diag and the graduate library. (Rackham directly behind me as I took this one.)
Looking west from North University. Looking at Tower Plaza from the other direction.
Closer crop -- cloud reflections on Tower Plaza.
On Maynard, looking up at Tower Plaza.
Looking south at reflections from Tower Plaza on the apartment building across William.
Crab apples.
Teeny tiny mushrooms.
Closer crop. The smallest ones are about a quarter of an inch in diameter.
I picked up trash on the way home. People suck.
Baseball playoff season. The Poohs are, of course, rooting for the Cubbies. (Their understanding of the game is marginal; we don’t think they will notice that the Cubs are not actually playing....)
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I went downtown to have lunch with my friend from work. This is what's left of the parking lot next to the library. Looking east at Tower Plaza (tall apartment building) in the background.
This is on the sidewalk in the previous. You can see the way it's skewed by the angle at which I took the pic, above. I wanted to see if I could get it close to rectangular by messing with it in photoshop. The result is below.
The U had an old-drug-pickup day on October 4. After lunch, L. and I walked up to campus to drop off unwanted meds. The ones I dropped off were expired OTC meds. It's good to have a proper place to get rid of them. Shuddering to remember instructions from years ago to flush unwanted meds. Right into the water, for everyone on the planet to drink.................. :-(
Looking south toward the diag and the graduate library. (Rackham directly behind me as I took this one.)
Looking west from North University. Looking at Tower Plaza from the other direction.
Closer crop -- cloud reflections on Tower Plaza.
On Maynard, looking up at Tower Plaza.
Looking south at reflections from Tower Plaza on the apartment building across William.
Crab apples.
Teeny tiny mushrooms.
Closer crop. The smallest ones are about a quarter of an inch in diameter.
I picked up trash on the way home. People suck.
Baseball playoff season. The Poohs are, of course, rooting for the Cubbies. (Their understanding of the game is marginal; we don’t think they will notice that the Cubs are not actually playing....)
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