good intentions

I'm an idiot for many reasons, not least of which is that I really, really thought I'd already posted this or at least a reasonable facsimile* thereof

First, because narrative clarity isn't my forte, I was planning to link to Ruby's birth story.

Second, I keep meaning to participate (And you should too! Participate, that is. Not mean to.) in Calliope's Photo Fridays, a weekly event where Calliope provides a prompt and you provide a photo.

For example, the picture above was supposed to be my representation of the Cooking Oil theme from a few weeks back. Though the actual theme was Cooking Oil and Electric Light Source, and it only now occurs to me that I'm not entirely sure whether it was a pick-one-from-column-A kind of thing or if photos of both are required. Obviously, if it's the latter, well, that's just another reason I'm an idiot.


*Also, because I'm always happy to provide unsolicited insight into the way Niobe's mind works, the word "facsimile" irresistibly reminds me of a sentence from some otherwise-forgotten 19th or early 20th work describing two sofas (or chaises or some kind of furniture) that facsimiled one another, meaning that they were exact duplicates. A usage that struck me as whatever the opposite of an anachronism is, something that seems temporally out of place, but actually isn't.

Like, for example, the all-too-modern (to my eyes, anyway) umbrellas in Caillebotte's famous Impressionist painting, Rainy Day. Which, incidentally, you can purchase in reproduction, printed on an actual umbrella. If you're so inclined.