This story includes a light-up giraffe yard ornament

In one sense, today was not a lovely day, as there was a sad lack of sunshine, and the little there was this morning is all we got. However, the temperature got close to 60, which was simply charming. I opened a window, for more than a moment, and let me tell you the temptation to put that sentence in bold, or large type, or all caps, is hard to resist. The smell of fresh air, after this endless (and not over yet) winter, was indescribable. Quite fantastic, and to have it only five days after we got close to a foot of snow, snow that is now virtually all melted by the way, is to say Hello, March, you are better than January. Not that that's hard.

I went on a walk this afternoon, to celebrate the weather and the Bruins' matinee win, and as soon as I saw this object, I was glad I had my camera with me.


It's sort of hard to tell, but the light-up giraffe is wearing a Santa hat. Is this a Christmas story I missed? Can anyone enlighten me? (Feel free to make something up, if you can sound plausible; I'm stumped.)

Of course, this may not be my week, because when I saw the sticker on the back of this car, I felt I was missing its point, too.


Not the Red Sox sticker, this one:


Perhaps it's a Jeep thing, and I just wouldn't understand?

Harold was ready for his closeup the other day.


He and Miri are definitely playing these days. And does she love to play with toys as well! I cleared out under the couch today, and had to get the yardstick to reach everything under there. So that's where everything went! I thought the living room was looking less messy underfoot than usual.

In (ahem) completely unrelated news, I am now calling "dust bunnies" "fur bunnies", since the ones I see lately are much more fur than dust. Have I said already that I had no idea what a difference a long-haired cat would make? Wow. The fur, it goes by in tumbleweeds. Simply stunning.

This was not my most successful photography, but the ice on the window the other morning was really lovely.


You know, for a miserable harbinger of cold weather and all.