Fun and Games with Mister Camera

Dunno why this didn't post, but at least the content is still here!  I think this one was from September 2011.  Better late than never!
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I've been carrying my little digi-cam with me.  It's not terribly fancy by today's standards, but I love it.  I've been using it to photograph Effie's antics.  Someday, I'm going to have one weird-looking photo album!

She's been fussing with the rubbish bins, again both yesterday and today.  Yeah, got photos.  Her activity is up this week.

I plan to get some sidewalk chalk, draw around the base of her favorite bin, and write in, "It goes here (real first name)."  If she does it a second time, I'll add her real middle name.  And if there is a third time, Heaven help us all, I'll add her real last name.  As we've covered previously, we keep the bins where we do to discourage mail theft.  I just think it's fun to let her think this is really bothering us more than it really does.

I forgot to mention there is some kind of pipe that protrudes up through the cement on that walkway right near our porch step, which has a cover on it.  But it's a tripping hazard.  It happens the rubbish bin she loves to play with acts as a bit of protection against a nasty fall.  Sweetie tells me its called a "cleanout" for the plumbing. I think of it as a liability.

It's not the bins as much as it is that she's rearranging our things to suit herself, which is rather what she accuses us of doing.  We've asked her to put the bins back when she's finished carrying her boxes.  Fail on our part:  she'll never really be finished carrying boxes.  If that's what she's doing.

She's going to be over the moon tomorrow: we're taking my car to a park & ride.  Oops.  Leaving the ubiquitous red truck. 

Which reminds me...I want to put a sign on it that says, "Interested in this truck? Enquire within!"  Don't tempt me, Effie!

Hi-Def Effie

Hmm...seems this one never posted.  Well, let's reconstruct!

The date on the draft for this post is 2/20/12.  So, it was Saturday, 2/18/12 when we heard an awful racket, like someone using a drill on the side of our duplex building.  It was someone using a drill on the side of our duplex building.  It was an installer from the Direct TV company, UPGRADING Effie's satellite dish to digital.  Yeah, movin' on out with a brand-new digital satellite dish.

Good one, Effie!