Flickr’ing
Don’t know why, but i am posting a whole mess o’ pics at Flickr.
Ancient History and all sorts of weird shite I found in my photo albums.
This photo courtesy of Kramer at JCon 2003 (the one I just went to hang out with him in Austin.)
Fredericksburg, TX
as seen from the front seat mom’s car as they were driving to Texas.
How to move
Part of my patented “How to!” series.
(Kidding. Mostly)
What with all the thoughts of Tumbleweed Tiny homes and trailers and possibly moving to a different neighborhood when things reach ‘Tilt’ here… I have thought a lot about how I move.
I used to bribe a ton of friends to drive over to whatever apartment I was in during college (and I moved all the time in Austin, both my grandmothers gave me my own page in their books.) and load up my packed stuff in their cars/trucks and then drive en masse to my new place. They would unload their car once and then come in to eat pizza that I bought.
I can’t do that anymore since I have actual furniture and frankly, I won’t do that to my friends anymore since I can actually afford to rent a truck and mover monkeys now.
Now, the actual mechanics of moving are out of the way and the strategy of moving is what I consider.
Now, I get into my new place, measure, measure, measure, sum up, measure and then put what I think will be perfect into its spot and then cast a gimlet eye on what won’t fit perfectly (or at all) and give heavy thought toward getting rid of it.
A mutable feast.
I’ve slimmed down some of my stuff, but my house is still somewhat overflowing… and frankly I don’t know that this apartment is any bigger than the tiny house, but the lovely thing about building a tiny house is that I can badger some architect (or uncle of mine) to help me customize the hell out of the house.
Should be fun.
The trailer?
Well, that’s another matter. I think that will be my tiny laptop, several large capacity hard drives, cameras of various sorts, my bedding and favorite clothes.
Viva life on the road!
F’burg jail tree
I’m such a texture ho.
Live Oak in the fog
Its cooler today. Probably in the 40’s, but I don’t have a thermometer handy. Foggy outside through the area and VERY pretty.
Smokey the Cat
Psychotic, yet sociable.
HATES to be touched, yet will be content with being carried around like a football.
This is one whacked out cat, but what can you say about a kitten who puts up with (and has mostly subjugated) two 100 pound labs?
Kitty at the Herb Haus
I’m a total sucker for kitties.
Especially ones who won’t let you leave to go eat at the restaurant because YOU MUST KEEP PETTING THEM and when their mews sound like they have a 2 pack a day habit…
=)
Texas Hill Country house
with horses and dogses (who are the size of horses) and catses…
I’m always startled at the feeling of ‘home’ when I get here.
Read about the Texas Hill Country
