Just Plain Suffering...

Laurel is now laying on our puffy green couch with her leg elevated. She really wants to post pictures of her recent crafting expeditions but that will have to happen when she can stay awake for more than fifteen minutes. This week should provide ample time as she recovers. Her knee surgery went well, but she will have to be on cruches for the next six weeks. Right now she is going to drag herself outside to watch our brother's firework's show in the street. Pray for her.

Suffering for something Else

Too much science! Too much of my concrete lab! Too many photos of things too small to see! The rest of myself is crying out for some attention, manifested by my intense desire to do something crafty and make something beautiful. I want to make purses, and paint my room, and get new curtains, and choose a new accent color, and sew and stamp and paint--even though I can't really paint. I think I will.

Things that I look at a lot, which you probably Never wanted to see

These are my titanium/PVP nanowires. Aren't they be-a-utiful?



This is a different sample, at 20x instead of 100x.



Yet another sample--did I mention that I was up to 84? At ten photos per sample, I'm only about a quarter of the way through the photographing/contact angle analysis. But the monotony does lead to some interesting data.

A Child's Perspective

When we grow older, we often forget what our opinions were when we were younger. For instance, when I was a child, I strongly disliked "Pride and Prejudice" and any mention of it. I don't recall why. Now I can't really imagine not liking it. And so I found it very amusing to hear little Jocelyn Meyer explain why she thought "Pride and Prejudice" (at least the movie) to be quite boring. "All they ever do is eat!" she said. "They go out, blah, blah, blah, and then when they come back all they're doing is eating again." I suppose it's plausible.

The Ability to Sneak

I returned home from the Nuart Saturday afternoon to find that the stairs leading down into my basement no longer existed. There was a large hole, and some concrete, and that was all. Apparently, my brother was rebuilding them. I had known that it was going to happen, just not so soon. Anyway, the stairs did get rebuilt. And now, as long as one doesn't lean on the handrail, one can get into the basement while making no noise whatsoever. Sneaky.

New Layout Anyone?

I don't like it. Not really. But I was bored with tan.

Slightly Bent

The brain is a marvelous instrument. It is very adaptable, bending and twisting itself to accomodate new surroundings. While a handy trait in many circumstances, you can catch it messing you up a bit. So that when you see a picture of a wire 4 microns in diameter you say, "Wow! That's huge!" My brain has torqued itself until it thinks in nano-terms.