There were some odd incidents today related to edges.
For one thing, late this morning and early this afternoon, I finished the sandbox project. The planks that will provide seating area (and also a place to stand and peek over the fence) are in place. I ran a little short of lag bolts and might get some more, but then again, I might not. As Red Green would say: “This is only temporary. Unless, of course, it works.”
The bench seems fairly sturdy.
I did not have an audience of unusually large dinosaurs as I worked today, which is too bad, because I ran into some insect interference. I had on my sweet smelling bug spray, so no mosquito issues, but a bumblebee was very aggressive—perhaps her hole in the ground was nearby and she didn’t appreciate me making such a racket. Or maybe I smelled way too much like a flower.
I’m a chicken where stinging insects are concerned. The native Iowa bees seem OK on coneflowers—nectar must make them punchy—but one coming at me in a zig zag, full buzz is another story.
Still, she was only a slight delay. I manned up and kept coming back until she left me alone.
The other bug visitor, as you see, was a silent somnolent katydid—a rather cool looking bug who hung out on the leg of a lawn chair as I worked. At times, I even sat in that chair to tighten a bolt, and the bug wasn’t bugged. Maybe this insect, usually a high tree resident, is getting too near to the end of her days to care—the eggs have all been laid and there isn’t much left to do.
My eggs have all been laid long ago, as my youngest son turned 21 this week and celebrated by spending time in a research lab at ISU doing part of a big cancer study. Isn’t that way all college students celebrate during 21?
Anyway, for the sake of the eggs of my eggs (I know biologically it makes no sense, but you know what I mean), I’ve finished Project Sandbox.
These final pictures, by the way, are courtesy of the first digital camera I ever owned, a Fuji that dates back maybe to 2003 or so. The Canon is on the fritz—a lens error—and although I could use my Nikon, I don’t drag that expensive camera out all that often. My wife’s little portable Nikon is AWOL, but I guess the old Fuji did OK. I’m glad the hawk decided to visit while the Canon was working, because that newer camera has much more zoom to it.
In other edge news, somehow the rail on the C Avenue bridge has been partly knocked off, and a big chunk is in Dry Creek. Although I walk and bike over that bridge often, I am innocent. It seems to have happened Monday night. Audrey noticed it this morning (I rode to the gym and totally did not see it—well, it was foggy).
Anyway, one edge on and one edge off. One bug quiet and one bug noisy. One project done and many more to do more school. So it goes.