cimorene

the dog bled on my bed last night, my nice new pale green bed. also, my dog is bleeding. bathtime. i'm going to do it outside, as outside is well-ventilated and i won't have to wear a swimsuit, though i'm confident i'll get soaking wet. hm.

i sorted fossils all morning, all of which are donated by a retired guy who lives somewhere in the state. he sends a new box full of fossils, hand-labeled by him, every week or so, has for years. they've got a whole room full of his boxes and he almost single-handedly supplies them to all the area teachers. i'm the only reason they've ever been unpacked--i did it two summers ago and then now. found popcorn kernels and other strangenesses inside the boxes. last time, a wedding photo. this time, some hairs and other gross things. but seriously, i wonder about this old guy. i'd like to get to know him. he sends the cutest instructions (classroom activities), little drawings, tentative identifications for the fossils. he's never spoken to one of the geologists who handle all his handiwork.