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Alzheimer's Society Hull Memory Walk in East Park, Hull - 21 September 2024 Picture by Antony Thompson/Thousand Word Media Ltd
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Another hawk. I don't remember why he was there but he was afraid of everyone. One of the techs hung a dead snake that had come in earlier in the day in his cage hoping he would try to eat but it didn't work.
My work space seems to be more of a storage space lately. I find myself sitting my lazy ass on the couch more now where I don't get nearly as much work done as I would like....
Here's my portable work station. I made the little pin cushion and my "palette" is a piece of commercial felt. It holds the tiny bits of fiber in their place, so they don't blow around. There is a foam pad to work on, as well, which helps me keep from stabbing myself! :)
For the most part this is what the center of the gallery looked like. A mess of paint supplies, our belongings for the day and wires.
Through the Peace Corps Master’s International Program and the Peace Corps Fellows Program, Stevenson Center students have served around the world. In countries like the Republic of Georgia, they’ve worked in both rural and urban settings in sectors such as community economic development, youth development, and the environment.
This is the Alex. This sits at the desk immediately to my left. Sometimes it uses the mental Japanese keyboard device to make insane noises shout at my head, and sometimes it makes them shout at other people. Today the Alex took the bonsai xmas lights from my now-deceased mini-tree, wrapped them round its head, and directed the bonkophone into the world at large. It didn't even seem to care particularly whether anyone was watching, but rather just did this for its own inscrutable ends. It is a wrong one, it is broken; it doesn't work properly any more. Perhaps it'll be fixed by Monday.