Day 94 April 30, 2008

Evelyn wants to be a professional wrestler when she grows up. Here she is, practicing with the cat.

Evelyn wants to be a professional wrestler when she grows up. Here she is, practicing with the cat.

The inside of my washing machine. Since Evelyn finds it so fascinating, I thought you may as well.
This is the long train tunnel between Bristol and Bath. It goes under the park Weston plays in and we always joke about hopping of the train at the tunnel instead of having to catch a bus home from the station.
An equal opportunity face shot of Bodmin? Life is feeling slightly less bad today, so I’m going to make a real effort to get back into the swing of finding interesting things to photograph.
Weston has uveitis and couldn’t open his eyes on Thursday night or Friday. Friday morning we went to the vet and they put dye in his eyes (the faint orange stain on his face) to check for scratches. He’s getting better, but they’re not sure if he’s going to be able to fly back to the US as scheduled in three weeks.

Ok, this photo is a big fat lie. Thursday was horrible beyond belief and involved a big argument, a big dentist trip and Weston not being able to open his eyes. I realized I hadn’t taken a photo after I got into bed, and I just didn’t have the energy to get out and do it. So it was the first thing I snapped on Friday morning. Sorry to let you down, folks.
Being less wealthy than we’d like, we shop at Lidl. Luckily, that means we can still afford junk. Just not brand name junk. I highly recommend that you never purchase Rusti-Chips. They are icky and nothing like Pringles. Crusti-Croc brand snacks, on the other hand, are pretty good and they make some American-ish potato chips and pretzels.
(I am loath to put this into the “food” category, but I will.)

There’s a farm in the park near our house, where we walk Weston. They breed pigs each spring and each winter the pigs “disappear”. These are the not so little piglets. They’re still in with their mother, but should be moving to the big pen soon.

I tried to do a self-portrait with the timer. I had some trouble with the focus and didn’t feel like spending too much time in the rain working on it, but the result is an interesting image at least. Evelyn’s head looks like a little cone-head tumor.