Author: Elaine

Firefox and Gmail Loading Page Icon

A few days ago, I noticed that when I looked at my gmail account, the icon indicating that the page is loading never stopped spinning, even when I clicked the “stop loading this page” icon. I wrote a bug report to Google, and then decided to do a little googling and see if perhaps it was a Firefox problem instead. (The problem may or may not have been related to my upgrade to Firefox 0.9.2 on September 3rd.)

I suspected I had a Javascript problem, and someone mentioned clearning the cache as solving a Javascript problem. I cleared both cache and cookies, and exited from Firefox completely. When I started Firefox again, the problem was fixed.

Although I think everyone who wants a gmail invite has one at this point, I have a few to give out. Send an email to en01 at stardel dot com and I will invite you.

Wood stove

For the past three years, a wood stove has been taking up an inordinate amount of room in our mudroom. Before that time, it had lived in our living room, where it was the backup source of heat for our house. Since a free standing wood stove that one never uses takes up a large amount of room, we had it uninstalled after complications failed to arise during the calendar change to 2000. Prior to that time, the stove worked fine: though it tended to render the living room uninhabitable due to excessive heat production.

A wood stove is not a very portable item. Despite this, I decided I would attempt to sell it at a garage sale my friend is holding this Friday. Yesterday, while I wrung my hands and kept out of the way, Jack managed to manhandle the stove onto the dolly, and moved it to the edge of the garage. On Thursday, we will load it into our stock trailer, and I will haul it to the garage sale. My friend thinks that if anyone buys the stove, it will be a good old boy with his own pickup truck and set of burly friends to manhandle it into its new home. However, since it will be in my stock trailer, I could possibly deliver it given the buyer has burly friends.

I keep wandering out to our mudroom to gloat over the newly liberated space. Anyone in Colorado Springs need a wood stove?

Zinnia

Zinnia
Most of the zinnias that I planted didn’t survive, but the hardiest ones were over-achievers, with huge blooms that practically assault the eye.

Artist Trading Cards in Denver

I met several friends at the Core New Art Space for the September Artist Trading Card swap today. The two women who persuaded me to go in May (including the writer of Connections and I met a friend whom I had invited since I thought she would enjoy the experience. She did. After an hour or so of swapping cards, we had lunch at a nearby Mexican restaurant. As we ate, we perused each other’s treasures, from this and past swaps.

Lily

Lily
I brought Lily home yesterday. This sounds much easier than it was, considering Lily had never been here before, and had never been turned out with any of the horses here. I had been mulling over how to trade her and Hap, since Hap is capable of a full workload, and Lily is still being rehabilitated from her tendon injury. I would rather have the horse I can ride at my trainer’s where there is an arena.

My trainer came up with the plan. Bring Lily home, and take Rags and Hap to my trainer’s place for a while. This would give Lily a change to get used to the place without having to contend with any horses besides Smoke, who is remarkably passive when it comes to meeting other horses. My trainer volunteered to help me with the move on her day off, which is Wednesday.

The move went surprisingly smoothly. We had to do a little barn rebuilding where some of the barn’s siding had loosened so it was only hanging on a by a few nails. I kept Lily in a stall while she and Smoke became acquainted. We had put Rags and Hap into the round pen in the new field. She snarled a bit to impress Smoke that she was top bitch, and he sighed and agreed. I let her out of the stall and she started checking out the areas where she might find hay. She did a little trotting around to check out the field, but didn’t to anything to worry me that she might reinjure hereself.

Hap and Rags jumped eagerly into the trailer for the trip to my trainer’s place. Rags used to live there before we had facilities here at home, so he is familiar with the place. Hap had only been gone for a week, but the horses in the gelding field still all had to check him out and squeal their greetings. Then Hap went down to see if there was enough water in the stock tank to be worth emptying.