November 27, 2009

Friday Apollo


November 24, 2009

Depressing Economy

Har har punny.

Take a look at this.
The Decline: The Geography of a Recession


Made my beer dip

last night for my sister's thanksgiving dinner. It is so good that I think I may need to make a second batch. There is a strong possibility that this batch will be gone before Thursday.


November 22, 2009


I will incorporate the "jazz hands" into conversations. I'll be like...

"Hey, I'm deaf!" (Jazz hands!)

"[Apollo's] like: 'Hey! Hey mom! Hey! I'm freezing! Haha! I'm freezing my nuts off! If I had nuts, anyway! Hahaha!'" (Jazz hands!)

"Someone in New York just googled: 'Mom in underwear.'" (Jazz hands!)

"Shingles!" (Jazz hands!)

"Happy Thanksgiving!" (Jazz hands!)

Hey, I could use that one this week. Be interesting to see what kind of face my sister makes. I'm stopping by to see the kids.


November 19, 2009

Hey! I speak English!

There's an older woman living in my apartment who is deaf. I've seen her a few times with her daughter who's probably in her 40s, signing away. I've thought about going up to them to introduce myself, but never do. Why not?

Well, I can't think of a good way to do it. I mean, going up to them to say, "Hey! I'm deaf, I sign! Let's be friends!" seems lame. That's like one of the hearing folks going up to another hearing person and saying, "Hey! I can hear you! I speak English! Let's be friends!"

I don't have the luxury of eavesdropping and using tidbits of their conversation to introduce myself. I've seen other people do this, it's a nice trick. "blah blah I hate this wine." "Try that wine instead! It's awesome...blah blah."

Why? Because: For me to eavesdrop, I have to STARE at them. I can't even surreptitiously look out the corner of my eyes because (Yes, I've tried) they sign way too fast for me to follow the conversation and the only thing I can pick up is random slips of signs that could mean a dozen different things in different context. ASL is an amazingly versatile language. But I digress. Not to mention, if I look more directly, they get all uncomfortable. "Why is that woman watching us sign?" I've thought that a few times when signing with my friends in public. I never know if they're just curious or if they themselves know sign and are eavesdropping.

Complicating things a bit is the fact that, due to disuse, my own sign skills are getting pretty rusty. I know that a good number of deaf people dislike it when strangers walk up to them and sign, painstakingly slowly, "I......k-n-o-w....sign!" Ok, I'm probably not that bad, but I know it'd show.

Hell with it. Next time I see them, I'll go up to them and ask how they like the weather.


November 13, 2009

Friday Apollo

No Friday the 13th Apollo. I didn't realize it was Friday the 13th until today.

Yes, Apollo is sporting his beloved "flinger" (flexible frisbee) on his head. Why? Just 'cause.

Apollo isn't too crazy about puppies/young dogs because they like to nip at him. I don't know why...they just all seem to like grabbing at his coat and if they can reach, at his scruff or jowls. One of my old roommate's young dog did this ALL the time, and that made Apollo pretty cranky. Based on that exp, I kinda figured we wouldn't be able to have a puppy, when the time comes for us to start looking for a new member - which is totally fine.

A couple days ago, Apollo and I went to a nearby field so he could stretch out his legs, and some guy was there with a cute little golden puppy playing fetch. I was impressed, the pup was 10, maybe 12 weeks old, and the guy is already working on teaching him manners - making him sit and wait for a release before he goes chasing after toys.

We go up to say hi, and of course, this little puppy goes nuts bouncing all over and trying to grab at Apollo's coat. Apollo tenses up and waits for the torture to be over. The guy calls the puppy back, and Apollo relaxes and actually initiates play with the pup after a few minutes.

After a bit, Apollo gets tired - poor old guy - and he lays down. The puppy fetches for a bit, then comes bounding over, and I could see Apollo tense up again. Then the puppy flops over in between Apollo's front legs and just lays there. Awwwwwww. *dies of cuteness* Apollo just looked at me like, "WTF, foodlady?" But after a few minutes, he relaxed too and gave the puppy a few licks. Awwwww!

It makes me happy to know that, with a bit of an adjustment period, Apollo would be okay with a puppy/young dog. I prefer to adopt an older dog, but never know who'll fall into my--err--our laps!


November 11, 2009

Dwindling light


November 9, 2009

Stellar sunset

Taken at a manmade lake near my place.


November 6, 2009

Friday Apollo

There almost wasn't a Friday Apollo. Internet went kablooey in a bad way, and I had to run an obstacle course just to get a Comcast technician to come fix it. And it took him 45 minutes to figure it out. Apollo charmed him out of charging me for it. Hurrah for Apollo!


November 1, 2009

At the opposite end of the spectrum

Today, it's a beautiful Sunday. The snow, save for a few shaded spots here and there, is gone. Apollo is disappointed, of course. His wonderful new playground has vanished, and who knows if it'll return? I don't mind terribly. It's just warm enough to remind me of the late spring days, when I would spend some time basking in the warming sun. The touch of humidity from the melting snow helps foster this illusion.

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