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I just moved another half-cup of babie snails out of the nursery and into the big tank. Actually it was more like a quarter-cup but they don’t all stay still at the bottom. “The contents of this package may have shifted during transportation.”
The pic shows them and their cup floating around in the big tank, doing the whole “adjust to the new temperature and water” thing. I counted out thirty of them. With the sixty I moved over earlier, that’s 90 babies now in the big tank…. and over a hundred still in the nursery tank.
Once they’d had enough time to adjust, someone came along and tipped over the cup…
I’m a serial hobbiest. I’m interested in damn near everything. One of my many, many interests, is swords. Specifically, European military side-arm swords of the 19th century. I am also interested in Japanese swords, but authentic ones are way out of my budget, whereas European swords from the early to late 1800s can sometimes be had for a reasonable rate.
So, the other day, my dad was carrying some boxes into the house; heavy boxes full of books. While he was putting them in the livingroom, one of the swords I had on display on the entertainment unit over the TV suddenly ‘fell off’ and landed on the floor next to my dad.
Naturally I got all upset and accused him of bumping into it and being careless. The injured sword is one of the highlights of my collection, an 1847 French short sword from the Châtellerault armoury. The handle was rattled a bit loose and the tip was a bit dinged.
Well my dad apologized and felt really bad about what had happened…but he insisted, and maintains, that he never bumped into anything, and that the sword fell down by itself.
Considering all the other bumps and bangs and falling pennies and whatnot, and the fact that I am sure that my dad would have admitted it if he had bumped into the stand, I’m inclined to take him at his word, that the sword did ‘fall’ all by itself.
So I’m sitting at my desk in my home office, the computer’s off, Misha‘s ontop of me getting hugs, and then suddenly there’s the distinct sound of a coin, falling from somewhere, and landing on my desk.
I can’t see the coin, as the lights are off, just the TV is providing illumination. But I heard it quite clearly.
My looking around got Misha all bothered so she moved away, and I can now see a penny on my desk, but I’m not sure if it was there before or not. At any rate, I don’t know where it might have come from. There’s nothing above my desk but ceiling, and no hidden cache of coins up there. I’m almost positive it didn’t come out of Misha – she’s been flat broke the whole time I’ve known her. And it didn’t land with any force, the sound was not of a thrown coin but a dropped one.
Just another one of those things that happen on Planet Stephanie. Nothing to do but shrug, and move on.
Interestingly, while I was typing this up, there came a rather lound bang or bump, from the kitchen. I don’t know what it was; the two cats were with me when it happened.
Misha is not normaly a source of revenue.