I wrote my first post March 11, 2005 and titled it "Egg Tooth." That’s one of the categories I use sometimes, from the list in my sidebar. Some of those in the list I never use; they are put there automatically by typepad. Those are the generic ones: Food and Drink, Science, Travel, Web/Tech. Never will you see a "web/tech" post here. If I knew anything about web/tech those useless categories wouldn’t be in my sidebar. Sometimes I write about food or something vaguely scientific but I don’t tend to use those categories at all. Lost Loon Lodge, Wit’s End, Cast of Characters (usually Starter People), It’s All Happening At the Zoo- those are the categories that have to do with me. And Egg Tooth. Posts in that category are as likely as not to have something to do a thought or two I’m mulling over.
Wikipedia says: An egg tooth is a small protuberance on the beak or nose of vertebrates that are hatched from eggs, i.e., birds and reptiles. Some lizards and snakes develop a true tooth
that is shed after use; birds and other reptiles generally develop an
analogous epidermal horn that is reabsorbed or falls off. Both
varieties of egg tooth assist in the breaking or tearing of the eggshell, a process known as pipping.
But I didn’t find it there back when I wrote my first post; I already knew about egg teeth because we had hatched ducklings and we love turtles and so forth and so on. Here’s a picture of one of those gopher tortoises (Gopherus polypnemus), native to Florida, that FC wrote about. This one is brand new and still with egg tooth, just beginning to find his/her way.
Virginia Woolf wrote a short book called The Mark on The Wall and it’s mostly about stream of consciousness. On one level, "The Mark on the Wall" is a humorous record of one mildly eccentric woman’s thoughts as she sits by the fire on a winter’s day. Yet on another level, the thoughts this woman thinks and—more importantly—the way she thinks them amount to a manifesto for modern literature. In Woolf’s view, traditional narrative form cannot do justice to the tumultuous randomness of life.
My blog has nothing remotely to do with "literature" but it does sometimes seem to me that the blogs I read and the stuff of my blog often do justice to that tumultuous randomness. So, for a while, in honor of a new year, clean slates, stream-of-consciousness, etc., I’m going to call this place A Mark on My Wall.
Here are two things:
The sweater I am going to finish within the week. It’s nice sweater weather around here in St. Petersburg today and it probably will be again over the next couple months and I like these bright colors. It’s in cashmerino dk/ Debbie Bliss yarns and it’s softer than soft with merino, cashmere and just enough microfiber to keep it’s shape and not pill. I don’t know what microfiber is. Huh.
And here is a picture of my kitchen drawer pulls here in my new kitchen. Are they gorgeous or what? This is a very modest little arts and crafts bungalow that dates back to the 1930s and I undertook to expand it while trying to keep the old part of the house and the new addition relatively "seamless." I also was on a budget and over the years I’ve learned that sometimes really nice small touches can go a long ways.
The cabinets themselves are solid, mid-range and plain. The main backsplash tile was downright
cheap inexpensive. Tomorrow I’ll show you what I did with the addition of a few Motawi Arts and Crafts tiles.
I wish I knew a really good joke. Some of my favorite neighbors are the ones who make me laugh. They make life itself seem laughable. Jane, Mary, Momma K- those friends, for example. I don’t think my life has been all that laughable lately, not that I’m complaining mind you, because it’s plenty rich, just not particularily funny. But I’m getting there. In the meantime I’ll look for a good joke.