I call dibs.

Your loving sister,
Me

January 23, 2012

Since starting this little project I’ve definitely noticed my surroundings a little more. Not always of course – please see about statement about my attention span – but I have definitely stopped to take notice of things when I’m staggering by with my hands full of crap to be shuffled from one counter to another, one floor to another. Enough waxing philosophically. I was cleaning off my craft table (sewing table, stacking crap table) when this caught my eye. The embroidered piece will eventually be the neck ruff of a renaissance costume. It was sitting (as it has been for over a year) on said table. What really caught my attention was the GPI,  a leftover from a prior project.

January 24, 2012

I was in Pittsburgh to visit the Children’s Museum of Pittsburgh which is a vastly cool place. This is an old post office that has been re-purposed for part of the museum. It’s a very cool hands on museum and quite frankly I’d drag Chad up there, but we’d just look like some creepy adults and I’m sure freak out a bunch of parents. (Also, the food is really good in the cafeteria) Anyway, the Museum is just amazing. It would be a tough feat to take a bad photo of this building. I could have stood outside and played around with different angles, but quite frankly the wind was so evil I beat feet to get inside.

January 25, 2012

It was Burns Night, I was obligated to break out the single malt scotch. And taking a picture of myself trying to play my pipes would have been neigh impossible. Also, I haven’t played the great pipes in ages.

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best-laid schemes o‘ mice an ‘men
Gang aft agley,
An’lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

- Robert Burns

January 26, 2012

I was out walking in the driving rain (in pursuit of a FTF geocache) when I stopped to take this photo. The older part of this cemetery (not much can actually be considered new really) has some fascinating markers and family plots. I could walk through here every day for a year and take a different photo. Although it doesn’t show up very well in this photo, the concrete forming the step (in the forefront) is carved with the date 1902.

And yes, I did the get the FTF, thanks for asking.

January 27, 2012

Well, it’s Friday and Chad promised me a delicious beverage if I made it through Death Club. I made it, but just barely. Although to be honest, this was from Chad’s delicious beverage. I had a Duchess. And then, being so exhausted I went to bed. I am the life of the party. All that aside, I was happy with this photo. Something about the fuzziness and the colors make me happy (and that’s stone cold sober me typing).

January 28, 2012

Once again Chad let me go into a store when I was tired and hungry and disoriented. And while I was in search of yarn for a hat, I quickly became distracted and wandered around taking lots of random photos. None of them were quite right so I kept on snapping. I’m sure the customers in a certain local craft store were wondering about all the flashes of light. Eventually I moseyed around until I stumbled upon this…thing and once it was captured I felt a little better. Still it took me ages to get my yarn and get the heck out of there.

January 29, 2012

This is one of my favorite things.

For your reference please see our tracklog. But also, you’ll be needing to reference THAT against the zoom-in that will be featured later.

Things started out pretty well. And we were very happy to have Ally along with us since she is just the right size for cache retrieval as she aptly demonstrated early on in our adventure. I suppose this is sort of a spoiler since you can see that the cache is in a stump. But since we are in the woods, there are a lot of stumps. And because I’m super sneaky, I’m not saying which cache this happens to be.

At any rate, we were moving along and doing pretty well despite the crazy town amounts of mud. I’m talking suck your shoe off mud. Fall in and never see the light of day again mud. Splash up and cover your clothing from head to toe mud.  Where was I? Oh right, doing pretty well. Right. Loyal sidekick was doing more of a meander than a hike and had stopped to pick up a handout. He’s so considerate since he knows how I love me some handouts.

We were all enjoying a lovely walk in the woods. The temperature had climbed far above the project 45 degrees promised by the weather prognosticators. The sun came out and the wind was even warm, which was extremely odd. It felt like Spring. So much so that those of us who had over dressed (everyone) were attempting to mash their giant parkas into backpacks of insufficient size.

In fact things were going so well that we felt perhaps we had in fact managed to circumvent the MAGPI Curse of always choosing poorly. There was much merriment and story swapping, cache comparison and mud avoidance.

We crossed a lovely bridge that was most definitely not a swinging bridge of doom and sidekick had to have a spotter in order to retrieve the cache. It was there that we saw a sign that was going to be our undoing. It indicated that the Weston Gauley Bridge Turnpike was UP.  Yes, that is right the one sign we say indicated we should go UP. And since the next cache was called something crazy like On the Ridge Again our merry (but not for much longer) group went up. but not without complaint of course.

After climbing a wicked arse hill and collapsing in the lovely field, some of us enjoyed the view, some just lay on the ground, flopping like fish out of water and gasping for breathe. (No photos of that, that would just have been mean.)

Brilliantly we decided to continue up, despite the cache not getting any closer. Sidekick, jbgrug and I had pulled ahead of the group and I had finally handed sidekick the GPSr (I was using his Garmin as mine has gone missing) when he looked at me, looked at the cache and indicated I was an idiot. Ok, he didn’t really do that, but probably because jbgrug was right there.  It seems that our blind faith in a sign was our undoing as we were not climbing the proper ridge. Yeah, you read that right. MAGPI takes a long walk and makes a bad decision. Game on!

And so after a brief discussion, we bushwhacked (sort of) down to the proper trail and then we were then back on track.Which meant we then had to start back up a different hill. It was much kinder than our wrong hill sidetrack.

The sun was starting to sink low and the warm was retreating so it was time to kick it up a notch and finish this trail off. Also, the idea of re-layering was not high on my agenda. We kicked it up and made a last push for glory….and a car. Because this walking thing, it was getting pretty old.

And so, before I sign off, let me leave you with this warning. Once you have crossed the non-swinging bridge of complete stability, keep low. Do not go UP immediately. You’ll be glad. Just look at the track log of our unnecessary hill climb of doom. See that red stuff? Yeah that was us not focusing. See that space between where there is no track log? You’ll want to walk there.

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As always, there are other photos which you may see by checking out the galleries. And I’ll go ahead right now and give you my disclaimer that the photos here are totally out of order. I’m such a slacker.

A still as yet unfound cache was sitting in White Park by the time I was done with work and judging from the satellite image I was pretty certain I could make quite work of it.

The weather was wretched, a solid rain had been beating the city to death since early morning. I decided to stop home and grab my wellies and my parka just in case I couldn’t make quite work of the find.

With my dress pants jammed down in my pink wellies with palomino ponies and my black parka I headed out to the park. As I navigated the speed humps (no fun in a Jeep) I noticed an unusual sign (not quite verbatim, but close enough).

 WVU ARMY ROTC

Maneuvers Today

No Live Rounds

Thank You

Did that mean the park was off limits? It sure didn’t say so. I was confused. (I was also relieved they weren’t using live ammo in White Park.) So I decided to approach the cache from a different angle. I tried a parallel street and was happy to see no signs indicating A) the Army was around or B) the park was off limits.

I popped out of the Jeep and headed onto a nearby trail. I was following the arrow and the trail and was closing in on 75 feet to the cache when I noticed the Army. One squad (unit, troop, platoon?) was holding a small embankment which was really very close to Ground Zero. Another was approaching. Crud.

I wasn’t exactly invisible, what with my pink wellies, and I had clearly attracted the attention of at least one person. It occurred to me that the guys lying in the mud would most likely NOT appreciate me giving their position away while searching for the cache.

Not really willing to give up, but also not wanting to interfere with the Army I developed a secondary plan. I would go home, work out and then come back and hope the Army would be redeployed by then.

By the time I got home I had developed a third plan. I would change clothes and walk to the park, hopefully killing two birds with one stone. It was uncomfortably warm out so I shed the parka’s liner, suited up and headed out into the driving rain storm.

When I arrived at the park I was not happy to see the WVU ARMY ROTC signs still standing. Crud. Like last time I circled the park and approached the cache from the back. I was feeling pretty confident that the Army was close to being done (they were wearing blaze yellow vests at this point) so I headed to Ground Zero.

I was elated to find the cache and see an empty log. Sweet FTF victory!  I unzipped my parka, reached into my inside pocket and found…nothing. Right. My pencil was in the liner pocket. Which was in the foyer hanging on the coat rack.

There I stood, in the driving rain, parka unzipped, hunched over trying to keep the log dry  and no writing implement in hand.

I just did what I always do in these situations. I signed my name with mud. There was plenty to go around.

I was a little confused when I read the instructions. Ok, I was really confused when I tried to read the instructions as they were in Italian, Spanish, German and something else I was not able to identify. Eventually I came across the English directions.  That only managed to confuse me further. So I got online and watched a video. Still slightly incredulous that it only involved 8 knit stiches. So I stretched out the yarn a bit and plunged on it. After all, it’s not like I’ve never frogged a project before.

I was quite pleased with the speed of the project. A good thing for me since I tend to lose focus or joy when working on a project that takes too long.

The colors really are quite lovely and my favorite. I can’t imagine why I was shocked to find that I had a scarf in similar colors.

The photos really do not do the yarn or the final project justice, which is a true shame.

Having yellow walls and being too lazy to get out the proper lighting equipment does have disadvantages.

January 16, 2012

We keep our porch lights up quite some time past Christmas. Coming home and seeing the house looking so festive well into the Winter gloom makes me feel a little better about the crappiest time of the year. But only a little.

January 17, 2012

This is a close up of one of my Renaissance hats. It’s a lovely green velvet number with plenty of trim and ostrich plume. And since it was sitting in the foyer – well to be more accurate it was on Gramps’ bust which is in the foyer – I was struck anew by how cool the detail work was on it. At any rate, I was giddily happy with how this came out. It looks so artsy fartsy.

January 18, 2012

It amazes me that amidst so much gloom and greyness that is Morgantown, a sky as such can suddenly appear. I took this shot from our attic window. I should print it out really big so it covers our windows. I’ll look out the covered window and think….”Ah, look at the lovely sky” when of course it is wicked outside.

January 19, 2012

Remember that blue sky from yesterday? Yeah, it snowed today. I really hate Winter. But I liked the ways the lights streaked.

January 20, 2012

We’ve been worrying over Orlando since finding she has insulinoma. After a new round of meds she has been back to her normal ferrety self. Which is to say, she likes to eat the cats’ food. Not a great photo, but that’s no shock. At least she was mostly still.

January 21, 2012

I had a cranky pants meltdown when I tried to go to the gym and found my car frozen shut due to an ice storm. De-icer didn’t work. Warm water didn’t work. So instead I decided to go for a walk. It was icy out but I did manage to make it to the cemetery without any mishap. Even on a bad day it is a lovely place to stroll. The monuments are amazing.

January 22, 2012

So one day it was brilliantly sunny. Then we had snow. And ice. And then today, the weather turned yet again and the sun came out and Winter dissipated and I (shockingly) went geocaching. Cabin fever hit the caching community pretty hard since I had a goodly number of company.

At any rate, I thought some broccoli would be a great thing to enjoy at lunch today. Especially since we have a lot  A LOT of it in our refrigerator. What I did not factor into my decision was that I was manning the phones today.

I’ve now been hiccupping for 15 minutes. And quite loudly at that. I’ve received one phone call in which I both answered and said goodby with a hiccup.

Thanks Broccoli, I thought we were pals.

January 9, 2012

So I was filling in for one of my coworkers when lo and behold the cake fairy delivered seven, yes SEVEN pieces of cake. Normally there are 3 or 4 of us in the office at one time.  Today it happened to be just three. And since I was manning the gate, all the cake was deposited in front of me. Right there…for me to smell in all its homemade cake goodness. Be still my heart! Will someone come and eat this scrumptiouness for before I NOM all seven pieces myself? Someone? Please? (You may notice there are only 6 pieces in this photo. One of my co-workers answered my plea.)

January 10, 2012

Little Orlando has not been feeling well as of late. She was diagnosed in November with insulinoma, which is not that uncommon in ferrets unfortunately.  She was doing pretty well until this week when she just seemed not quite herself.  After a visit to the vet, we found out her blood sugar was WAY low. So hopefully a change of meds will get her back to her little ferrety self. I snapped this while Orlando was uncharacteristically nearly asleep in Chad’s hands.

January 11, 2012

Today was the last remaining calendar day on which I had not found a geocache (standard disclaimer: Discounting Leap Day). And I was resolved to change that, come rain or shine – it was rain, of course.  I picked a puzzle multi cache which required me to visit two cemeteries and this one random marker in memory of Rev. Pool & Family. This is a medallion on the marker itself. I thought the blue fuzziness of this shot really went with the feeling of the day. And yes, it got colder and wetter before I found the cache.

January 12, 2012

On December 21, 2011 I brought home a lovely flower arrangement from a Christmas party. This cut orchid was in the arrangement. Yes, it is in fact a live cut flower. And it is still in pretty darn good shape. The rest of the arrangement fell apart, but this little guy keeps going. Currently it’s in an empty gin bottle from Smooth Ambler Distillery.

January 13, 2012

I told you to expect photos of cats. After all we have four and they do some ridiculously cute things. This is Kimi and she is terrible happy with herself most all the time. And she stays still, so taking her photo is much easier than doing so with the other three. Although it being Friday the 13th it probably would have been more appropriate to take a photo of Seti, our black cat.  (You can see the static is hitting us pretty hard, poor Kimi has stray hairs stuck to her face.)

January 14, 2012

I took this with an app called Retro Camera on my Android phone (it was free and as you will see, I really like it). Reminds me off all those negatives I have laying around from my good old Pentax K1000.  This “C” is sitting in the window of the staircase to the attic. I pass it every day and most times I forget it’s even there.

January 15, 2012

Chad and I were killing time (before going to see Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol) in Bed Bath & Beyond as we were too efficient in our errand running and thus had time to kill.  I was feeling a little disoriented which is often the case in BB&B. It was about that time that I noticed these really sparkly and entrancing tissue holders. I probably need to get out more.

After making it through a full year of taking a specific photo each Sunday (soon to be revealed under it’s own glorious post) and managing our whiteboard countdown, which required daily updates, I felt I was ready to attempt the photo-a-day project again. Once again I couldn’t find a theme I was in love with, so I figured I’d go with a no theme, theme. Expect lots of cat photos.

New Year’s Day, January 1, 2012

(Also, yes I know this is a Sunday and thus should merit it’s own Week, but work with me here.)

Chad’s a happy camper. After all, he survived The Christmas Plague of 2011.

 January 2, 2012

It snowed just a wee bit. Fortunately I still had several days off from work. Also, I did not leave the house this day.

January 3, 2012

Orlando decided she was going to sleep in a Christmas sock. Seriously, isn’t that the cutest little ferret nose you’ve ever seen?

January 4, 2012

Yes, I am a slacker.  I forgot to take an additional photo that had nothing to do with our Countdown to The Dark Knight Rises. Sue me.

January 5, 2012

So I saw a photo-a-day album called Where You Stand. The idea was to take a photo of your feet each day. You know, a different way to look at your day to day activities. This is Where I Sit (or more accurately, Where I Slouch).

January 6, 2012

I have a multitude of fun photo apps on my phone. One of my favorites is the Polaroid. And as of late, our kittehs love nesting in the attic. So kittehs + photo app = cute.

January 7, 2012

Chad and I went along with our friend Keith to retrieve his 5/5 cache The Beast of Briery Mountain. It would have been much easier to just use the chainsaw to fetch the ammo can.

January 8, 2012

It was time to start the laborious process of un-decorating. Fortunately I had some help.

I’d say we suck, and we kind of do, but in light of not spreading The Plague across international boundaries and to a houseful of children, we think we made a grown up (but terribly depressing) decision to stay home.

Happy New Year!

2012 is sure starting out with a lot of coughing, hacking and general malaise. I can’t remember if that means it’ll go out with a bang or if we are just completely hosed.