Longnecks r best

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There was a swan jam on my way to work today — this pair were installed at the retention pond at the rear of our building to discourage a large flock of Canada geese from sticking around all summer, and of course they have a nesting site that their trainer built for them with bales of hay and bits of straw. A large work crew disturbed them today with a big sod-laying project, and both adult swans and their little cygnets took off for freedom.

Problem was, they waddled all the way to the end of the parking lot and were headed up the bike path that, a  mile or so away, leads through a forest preserve. The work crew was trying to head them off, but they weren’t succeeding, since they were standing between the swans and their home in our retention pond, and the workers were flapping their bright yellow safety jackets, too.

When I came by, they had caused a considerable swan jam on the main road, plus there were several bicyclists that were stymied. Both adult swans were in a very defensive-looking posture, with their necks curled up as if to strike and their back and tail feathers all ruffled. The little cygnets huddled in a downy clump under their mother, obviously frightened and confused.

I called the building office and was told that the police were on the way, the swans’ trainer was on the way, and some building people were on the way to get the sod crew to back off and let the swans head back to their pond.

I should mention that the swans and their fuzzy little progeny have been the source of much excitement and comment at the office, so it was Topic 1 this morning. Apparently, it got a little out of hand down at the scene of the swan jam – people getting out of cars to try to help herd them – but eventually the trainer got them calmed down and led them back to the pond, very slowly. The little cygnets must have been tuckered out, because it’s a long way for their little feet to piddle-paddle.

After about an hour, an email went around the office with the subject line:

THE SWANS ARE SAFE AND BACK IN THEIR POND!!!

A general cheer went up.

After work, I drove over by the pond side of the building to observe them. They were swimming around contentedly, and then the parents made a beeline for their feeding station in the corner of the pond, not far from where I was standing. A couple of uninvited guests were there – a pair of Canada geese that the swans tolerate. Normally, there are a dozen or more adult geese by now, and almost as many goslings. It got pretty messy out in the parking lot when they decided to go on stately parade, so the building decided a pair of swans might be the thing.

I noticed that the swans’ necks are long enough to get into the feed tub, but the geese are SOL – their necks are too short. They had to settle for the bits of feed scattered about after the mother swan was finished feeding. She settled herself on her nest on the one dud egg that’s still there, and the little goslings all crept up under her wings on one side and were either trying to get warm, or eat bits of feed or bugs that were in her feathers, or both. They looked so cute stretching up to get under her wings.

Via: Flickr Title: Longnecks r best By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 25 May ’07, 6.44pm CDT PST

Stick Figure

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Here's the story on this image, which I took with the cameraphone, naturally, a week or so ago. This is one of the motivational posters dotted about the health club at work. At least in the women's locker room, the images are mostly of fit, strong, healthy looking women. The poster above is directly across from where my locker usually is, and I was spending a lot of time looking at it and pondering the message. 

This is not the picture of health I want to emulate. Strong, yes. Stick-figure thin and disturbingly skeletal, no.  

Via: Flickr Title: 02-01-07_1453.jpg By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 11 Feb '07, 10.38am CST PST

Not the picture of health

Glonus chinese

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David and I went shopping at Woodfield yesterday for jeans and what-not, and stopped at Stir Crazy, the eclectic Asian bistro, for lunch. I noticed that they're still using the wacky Chinglish chopsticks; the paper cover says something about the "glonus Chinese culture cuisine." That would be "glorious," y'all.

Via: Flickr Title: Glonus chinese By: GinnyRED57
Originally uploaded: 6 Jan '07, 1.19pm CST PST

Xmas party

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Party time! It was my husband David’s office holiday party last night. My work schedule didn’t cause a conflict for getting out to a Friday night event for once, as the training class I was stuck in this week started a lot earlier and let out a lot earlier than my normal work schedule. Yet, we had a big snowstorm yesterday and a foot of snow fell overnight, making the morning commute a lot trickier than usual. There was no telling whether the traffic that night would be okay, or hellish, so David picked
me up early, and I changed in the restroom.

It was a nice party, held at a local hotel. Food good, open bar, and a chocolate fountain for dessert. When they announced this, every woman in the room brightened and all the men were visibly blase’ about it. Yet when it was turned on, every man in the room was over there, playing in it. We didn’t stay for dancing, but did enjoy the entertainment from Comedy Sportz. I even contributed an adverb to one of the improv games! “Majestically.” The
ref guy (this troupe operates on the convention that it’s a sports competition, complete with a be-whistled guy in zebra stripes) really liked it, and kept repeating it. “Majestically.” The game for that portion was one where both teams act as human teleprompters for a pair of politicians in a debate, who had been sent out of the room while the audience suggested a noun, a verb, and an adverb. Thus, they were debating the finer points of “footballs jousting majestically.”

The visuals were, as expected, funny. The political debates were even funnier, as there was a lot of floundering around on their part trying to dial in just what their teammates were attempting to communicate.

There was some audience participation. Comedy Sportz prides itself on not working “blue,” or resorting to profanity. Thus it’s a safe bet for a corporate party like ours, or for taking the Girl Scout troupe for an outing to their little theater in downtown Chicago. The ref even blew his whistle on a woman from David’s company who committed the “brown bag foul” and swore, mildly, when she screwed up on her role a skit she was participating
in. Thus, for the rest of the skit, she wore a brown bag over her head. Yes, there are pictures, and no, I’m not posting mine. I’m sure the woman who organized the shindig got a MUCH better one than the crappy one I took….oh noes! Brown bag foul on me!

Via: Flickr Title: Xmas party By: GinnyRED57

Originally uploaded: 1 Dec ’06, 7.35pm CST PST

Eureka, Flickr Works, ecto works, almost there

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Now it’s just a question of doing the main cutover from Movable Type to WordPress. Why? Because I was getting spam-hammered on my Holy Moly website, and MT just couldn’t deal with it, let alone get rid of it very well. I wasn’t getting as much here, but that’s because my installation here was newer and slightly more robust in the anti-spam arsenal.

According to my husband David, WP is about impervious, and this particular theme, Tiga, is gravatar-ready. Soon enough, I’ll add in some dazzle via a plugin or three and fix up the header.

The photo shows our vicar, Steve, another priest, Deb, and Ethan, who’s the Bishop’s Warden at St Nicholas, right after the ingathering of donated grocery bags for our joint food pantry programs. I happened to have the image on my cell phone when I needed to test

Via: Flickr Title: 11-12-06_1229.jpg By: GinnyRED57

Originally uploaded: 16 Nov ’06, 9.35pm CST PST

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