December 10th, 2002

caillebotte_man at his window


Soft rain has fallen all night, except for those times when the clouds have settled onto the ridge and shrouded the forest in fog. The clouds have also prevented the night from being too cold. It is pleasant to stand on the porch and listen to the rain dripping from the eaves and running down the gutters. Even the cats have spent some time outdoors, watching the wet night.

Replies to my LJ posts and comments have been dribbling in. The repairs made earlier must have been successful. I notice, though, that the banners at the tops of pages still fail to load completely much of the time. So the site is no longer broken, but it remains a bit bent. At least it isn't folded, spindled or mutilated.

I received an email from PhotoTrail, my image hosting service. They are phasing out their free service and, come January, all the pictures I have posted in my journal will vanish unless I send them $19.95. I doubt that Brad will have PicPix up and running by then. I'd rather spend the money for an account there, but I'll have to consider going with PictureTrail. And, once I have a substantial number of pictures uploaded to that site, I doubt that I'd want to spend time moving them to another one. The Internet is tedious.

Now to sleep, lulled by the soft rain and the purring cat.
caillebotte_man at his window

Dessert for the eye.

The sky looks good enough to eat. There are some dark clouds with a hint of violet in them which look as though they might have a raspberry flavor, some rapidly moving pale orange clouds in the west which I imagine tasting like peach, some very deep purplish clouds which might be plum, and several big, white fluffy dollops of whipped cream clouds. Alas, the setting sun failed to turn cherry red. Everything is sill quite damp, but there was enough light in the afternoon sky to make the droplets on the bushes and the lawn glow and sparkle. The storm (a rather stern name for so genteel a bit of weather) appears to be breaking up. Another is due in a couple of days. In the meantime, it will be cold. Now, the sky has made me hungry. Must eat. I don't think I'll find anything as tasty as the evening, though. But at least it will be something warm!