I haz desk
Apr. 27th, 2009 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieI found my desk. My work desk. All the way down to the bunny mouse pad.
Not a purple bunny, though. Peter Cottontail in the garden, munching carrots and cabbage. Actually, it's just called 'The Rabbit' by Henri Rousseau, but I shall call 'the rabbit' Peter.
Or, Mr. Cottontail.
No news on the house. Grr. Arg. Although I know that the bank is very likely to okay it, I don't like this whole hurry up and wait thing.
I'll look back later and laugh. Or, throw things. Maybe some of both.
I saved a bee this morning. Huge bee. Got into the loading dock area, was sitting on the railing. Big, pretty bee. Walked past. Realized, someone is going to see him (I'm assuming, looked like a drone) and squish him. So I went back and brought him outside.
Funny how sometimes animals just know you're helping them. Brought over a student schedule (was the only thing accessible at the time) and held it near him, he crawled right on. Not like bad ickie spiders that RACE THE FUCK ACROSS and go for your friggin hand like there's no tomorrow. Then, despite it being windy, he hung onto the booklet as we strolled across the parking lot (people practically RAN out of my way; huh, might have had something to do with carrying mammoth bee across lot on a flimsy paper booklet). I got him to a little grove of trees where the wind seemed a little less and found what I thought to be the choicest branch. He apparently agreed, and kindly walked off onto it.
So, that was my 'communing with nature' bit for the day.
Unfortunately, the five-year-old in me is very disappointed that we could not keep the bee as a pet.
She is, however, happy we spent the afternoon with our shoes off. You go, really tall circulation desk and carpeted reference area and desk with overhang so no one can see my bare footedness. Well done.
Oh, I haz floor now, too.
That won't last long...
Not a purple bunny, though. Peter Cottontail in the garden, munching carrots and cabbage. Actually, it's just called 'The Rabbit' by Henri Rousseau, but I shall call 'the rabbit' Peter.
Or, Mr. Cottontail.
No news on the house. Grr. Arg. Although I know that the bank is very likely to okay it, I don't like this whole hurry up and wait thing.
I'll look back later and laugh. Or, throw things. Maybe some of both.
I saved a bee this morning. Huge bee. Got into the loading dock area, was sitting on the railing. Big, pretty bee. Walked past. Realized, someone is going to see him (I'm assuming, looked like a drone) and squish him. So I went back and brought him outside.
Funny how sometimes animals just know you're helping them. Brought over a student schedule (was the only thing accessible at the time) and held it near him, he crawled right on. Not like bad ickie spiders that RACE THE FUCK ACROSS and go for your friggin hand like there's no tomorrow. Then, despite it being windy, he hung onto the booklet as we strolled across the parking lot (people practically RAN out of my way; huh, might have had something to do with carrying mammoth bee across lot on a flimsy paper booklet). I got him to a little grove of trees where the wind seemed a little less and found what I thought to be the choicest branch. He apparently agreed, and kindly walked off onto it.
So, that was my 'communing with nature' bit for the day.
Unfortunately, the five-year-old in me is very disappointed that we could not keep the bee as a pet.
She is, however, happy we spent the afternoon with our shoes off. You go, really tall circulation desk and carpeted reference area and desk with overhang so no one can see my bare footedness. Well done.
Oh, I haz floor now, too.
That won't last long...
