Window Mistreatment Update

HEY HUMANS, WHAT ARE THESE?

We have them. New blinds! From...

http://m.stuartshomefashions.hdwfg.com/home/home

If you missed the blog story about our mistreated blinds here is the link for a refresher

http://liamlicks.blogspot.com/2015_08_30_archive.html

And Liam is leery 

Not for long though

He wondered where his head hole was...see these two shots of the old blinds which he had twisted and tormented into shapes perfect for his viewing

blinds are gone and the new living room sets are brocaded imprint verticals. Liam, pushed the slats aside for better looks

PARTING THE VERTICAL SLATS

Then the cat comes by and standing is necessary

no, this is not okay Liam

We must keep them open during the day 

And it works!

And we have horizontal everywhere else. So far no attacks on them
old ones above, new to the right

AND THE KITCHEN WINDOW

CLOSED FOR THE END OF THE DAY

Woof, Woof

It was a Fine Autumnal Day

LIAM LAPPING AUTUMNAL LATTE

It was? That statement was given to my grammar school class in the early sixties or late fifties. I am thinking seventh grade. Why? I think the use of autumnal might have stopped a student writer in a lower grade in his/her tracks. Though possibly a fourth, fifth or sixth grader may have come up with an essay. I remember knowing it meant fall and also thinking the word was a bit stilted. Does anyone ask "how was your autumnal day?"
http://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/autumnal
Knowing its meaning did not help the process. I am sure I wrote about leaves and not much more. Maybe apples. And returning to school. More than a half century later I do have a more complete catalog of autumnal experiences. Here we go...


It was a fine autumnal day


when Starbucks stocked its warmly fall cups.
Which, by the way, are gone. At least in my preferred grande size. And Liam did his usual latte foam licking

It was a fine autumnal day
when I turned the heat on and Liam zoomed over to his fireplace

It was a fine autumnal day 
for napping

for our annual fall trip
this year Ithaca
http://www.visitithaca.com/

REST STOP, KIRKWOOD

ITHACA FALLS

EAST SHORE PARK, CAYUGA LAKE

 CAYUGA LAKE

TAUGHANNOCK FALLS

LUCAS VINEYARDS

WOMEN'S HALL OF FAME, SENECA FALLS NY

for Liam's autumn stay at Best in Show
http://www.bestinshowpetresort.com/

for a cozy Sunday night at home

papers, stuffed Kong bone, pillows, parents' clothes...the end of weekend pileup

Happy Autumn
Happy Fall
and wishing you all fine autumnal days

Woof, Woof

A Walk in the Park

OUR DOG FRIENDLY PARK

A walk in the park is a peaceful idea...evoking Monet paintings...when used as an idiomatic expression it conveys an unexpectedly easy activity...for an official definition...see link

http://dictionary.cambridge.org/us/dictionary/english/a-walk-in-the-park 

LIAM ON THE SIGN!

Our place for a walk in the park is across the street-Town of North Hempstead's Tully Park.  

                                                           DOGS ARE WELCOME

Liam and I go in regularly. But our walk is more like a Van Gogh, a twirly trip... 
a walk on the wild side
Come with us...here we go!

zig, 
zag
up

down 

spin 
stop

"Hey Liam, wait up"

LIAM

squirrels

rabbits

geese

Our house

second in

no longer on the outside

looking in

try to get a shot of Liam looking

not

only his tail makes it in the 
shot

OUR HOUSE, LIAM'S TAIL IN CENTER POINTS TO IT

        We discover a lake! A high fence keeping us away...down far below...a gift on our journey

A LAKE? RESERVOIR?

we are told it is a sump...water pooling at a lower level...a sump is?

https://www.google.com/search?q=sump&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8

It has waves and a shore and a path to its beach strewn with evidence of off hours partying...appealing detritus for Liam.

SUMP VIEW, LIAM'S LEVEL

We look at our map (see screenshot following) to find out sump's name or verification it is a sump. Nothing annotated. Yet its blue is the hue of our photo and exactly where we come upon it on our walk on the northern perimeter of the green patch, our Park. 

trees

birds 

sun

shadows

and the tree trunks

hundreds of scents

COME ON MOM,  LET'S GO

whew...

we both are wiped after our walk in the park

A posing Paul parent

and it is done. Pausing to reflect

LIAM DREAMING OF THE NEXT TIME

BACK HOME WE GO

Woof, Woof

A picture worth a thousand words?

A picture is worth a thousand words. Info about the quote and its origins 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_picture_is_worth_a_thousand_words
A photo tells its own story. At times a viewer of the photo will bring his/her own story to it.

Words can enhance and explain. In our blog I try to mix both. 

Last Friday I got caught up in the truism of the quote. A cat was involved. Liam had been crazy barking. His crazy bark occurs when an outside animal walks by or stops near the house. It is guttural growling accompanied by leaps and spinning in circles. Think The Exorcist. A cat was parked in front of our house boldly eating out of a Ziploc bag. I decided a photo would tell the story. I started with a few shots. I pinched my phone screen, re-sized and oh no...you will see the problem. I kept trying. The screens are in the windows and show up as a grid. Sort of interesting but not a clear view of the cat.

I risked a quick snap from the opened front door. Liam joined me. I got one photo before he took off after the cat. Both racing across the street and both running through our neighbor's flowers. The chase was explosive and shocking and quick. And then over. Where was the cat?  I called. Liam returned empty pawed. Dispirited. He had his chase and lost his prey. Moseyed around our front lawn. Would not look at me. Relieved himself on every bush. I called his name repeatedly. He made no move to come back inside.
Suddenly, with a final glance at me, he hurdled through our rock garden skidded to the the sidewalk righted himself and galloped to the corner. Once there, he took off down the boulevard in a gait I can only describe as a spirited stroll.
Liam was taking himself on a walk to the park! Off leash! He obviously had a plan.
I ran
He stopped
I called
He continued
I stopped
He turned
We eyed each other
He came back.
Five minutes of terror. Mine. He appeared to have fun. 

This is the picture

which resulted in almost a thousand words.

Woof, Woof