05 October, 2013
08 June, 2013
There is a useful bookmarklet to help you fill in data for a Beeminder graph that tracks minutes. Click on the bookmarklet while you are looking at your Beeminder goal page and are about to start work on the goal. The bookmarklet will record elapsed minutes in the goal's data field for as long as the goal page is open. When you have finished work, all you need to do is click the submit button and the correct value will be submitted.
03 February, 2013
19 September, 2012
08 September, 2012
The small TARDIS on the top shelf is apparently an ice bucket although one Facebook comment suggested it's where the rest of the cellar is concealed. :) Another indicated that the cabinet would be significantly enhanced by a remote-controlled K9 drinks trolley, which has to be the second-best idea ever, the best of course being the cabinet itself.
So, anyone who is wanting present ideas for me now knows what to obtain. This Christmas would be good thank you.
10 February, 2012
29 January, 2012
To a poor and lonely stray, I'd give:
- my happy home
- my bowl and cozy bed, soft pillows and all my toys
- the lap which I loved so much and the tender loving touch
- the hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which called my name
I'd will to the sad, scared shelter dog, the place I had in my human's loving heart, of which their seemed no bounds.
So, when I die, please do not say, "I will never have a pet again, for the loss and the pain are more than I can stand." Instead, go find an unloved animal, one who's life holds no hope or joy, and give my place to him.
This is the only thing that I can give... the love I left behind.
Text found at Galveston Daily News ["Author anonymous, included in a recently published book in Germany 'Der Verlust eines Hundes' (The Loss of a Dog) by Elli Radinger, translated by Janet Beasley."]
Image found at Sandy Schepis's Google+ stream [click image to view larger]
15 January, 2012
'Goodbye,' I whispered softly
And watched as she passed by
While others all around me
Bowed their heads and cried.
My thoughts turned to her paintings,
Huts, silent in soft light,
Herons, cranes in marshlands,
Or startled birds in flight.
Her eyes absorbed the beauty
That others failed to see.
She brushed into a keepsake
A treasure meant for me.
Though Eileen has departed
With eyes closed as in sleep,
Her spirit framed in brushstrokes
Remained, and healed my grief.
in remembrance of Eileen Gleeson, June 1993
published in Ascot Hangings (ISBN 0-8643-9198-6)