Pete's journals
Jun. 22nd, 2006 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skyringAs you probably know by now, I keep a travel journal when I venture abroad. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bookczuk put me onto the Levenger Circa range and I do my best to paste in ticket stubs and maps and souvenir items of all sorts. Somewhere around Guernsey I ran out of time and fewll behind and I've only now been frantically sticking stuff in the Guernsey book and the next one. Thank goodness for the 25mm rings - the original 12mm rings just weren't cutting the mustard.
But it's been a lot of fun rummaging through all the bits of paper and going wild with the scissors and gluestick and remembering all the happy times I had and the wonderful people I met.
I've got to print out some of the photographs and stick them in to add a personal touch. Yeah, that's me in front of the Eiffel Tower/hugging Bookczuk/playing skittles with Netstation etc.
I'll take some piccies of significant pages and whack them up on Flickr.
Claude the cat brought in a little bird yesterday. And let it go in the kitchen to play with it. Injured so it couldn't do much more than flutter about and peep plaintively, I rescued it from the jaws of death in the shape of our little terrier, and put it in a cardboard box while I decided what to do with it. It didn't actually look injured, just wasn't behaving normally, so I guessed that there might be a broken wing or something. Tiny little thing, about sparrow size, but with a thin little insectivore beak on it.
I wasn't happy with this - I could see it having a lingering death and I wondered whether giving it to the dog might have been quicker and kinder.
And then I heard increasing sounds of fluttering from inside the box, and when I opened it up, the thing flew out, apparently returned to robust good health, and there ensued several minutes of chasing it around my mess of a room before I finally cornered it and set it free outside, where it promptly headed for the shrubs and let out an alarm call to tell all its wingmates about the dangerous cat lurking.
Dangerous cat was lurking in one of the bedrooms, where he went to sleep and got forgotten about for several hours.
Had a bit of fun with Tzurriz, who unwarily made a voice post. I transcribed it with a few modifications and then Jason got hold of it and they both wished me goodnight via GChat in a giggling sort of fashion.
bookczuk put me onto the Levenger Circa range and I do my best to paste in ticket stubs and maps and souvenir items of all sorts. Somewhere around Guernsey I ran out of time and fewll behind and I've only now been frantically sticking stuff in the Guernsey book and the next one. Thank goodness for the 25mm rings - the original 12mm rings just weren't cutting the mustard.But it's been a lot of fun rummaging through all the bits of paper and going wild with the scissors and gluestick and remembering all the happy times I had and the wonderful people I met.
I've got to print out some of the photographs and stick them in to add a personal touch. Yeah, that's me in front of the Eiffel Tower/hugging Bookczuk/playing skittles with Netstation etc.
I'll take some piccies of significant pages and whack them up on Flickr.
Claude the cat brought in a little bird yesterday. And let it go in the kitchen to play with it. Injured so it couldn't do much more than flutter about and peep plaintively, I rescued it from the jaws of death in the shape of our little terrier, and put it in a cardboard box while I decided what to do with it. It didn't actually look injured, just wasn't behaving normally, so I guessed that there might be a broken wing or something. Tiny little thing, about sparrow size, but with a thin little insectivore beak on it.
I wasn't happy with this - I could see it having a lingering death and I wondered whether giving it to the dog might have been quicker and kinder.
And then I heard increasing sounds of fluttering from inside the box, and when I opened it up, the thing flew out, apparently returned to robust good health, and there ensued several minutes of chasing it around my mess of a room before I finally cornered it and set it free outside, where it promptly headed for the shrubs and let out an alarm call to tell all its wingmates about the dangerous cat lurking.
Dangerous cat was lurking in one of the bedrooms, where he went to sleep and got forgotten about for several hours.
Had a bit of fun with Tzurriz, who unwarily made a voice post. I transcribed it with a few modifications and then Jason got hold of it and they both wished me goodnight via GChat in a giggling sort of fashion.
