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bagpipes, furnace?, millipedes
When we biked by the park, a bagpiper was practicing in the middle of the field, playing a deep second base. He was pretty good; even so the middle of a field is the polite place to practice, but he didn't need a bigger field. It makes me nostalgic for CMU. I like the sound of a bagpipe in the distance.
I may have spoken too soon about nothing else going wrong with the furnace.
I got a few peas germinated, but not many, and went back to fill in the spaces. The soil seemed peculiarly well-populated with millipedes; I dug up one of the dud peas and it was completely surrounded by a writhing mass of small millipedes. Blaniulus, I think. Maaaybe it was dead before they started eating it, but I'm suspicious.
See them writhe.
What is this flower? I like them. [Note: if you are skipping the lj-cut you do not wish to go to the previous photo from this one.]
I may have spoken too soon about nothing else going wrong with the furnace.
I got a few peas germinated, but not many, and went back to fill in the spaces. The soil seemed peculiarly well-populated with millipedes; I dug up one of the dud peas and it was completely surrounded by a writhing mass of small millipedes. Blaniulus, I think. Maaaybe it was dead before they started eating it, but I'm suspicious.
See them writhe.
What is this flower? I like them. [Note: if you are skipping the lj-cut you do not wish to go to the previous photo from this one.]