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Saturday, June 14 2014
Early this morning, Gretchen drove off to Rehoboth Beach in Delaware to attend a vegan event where she would be reading her activist animal rights poetry. At some point in the afternoon, I drove to the Uptown Hannaford for the groceries I like to have when Gretchen is away, particularly eggplant and a green pepper.
As always happens, though, when I got back home, I soon found something else I should have bought while in town: scads of double-A batteries. In the mail had come a Moultrie M-880 Game Camera, a camouflaged device designed to secretly take pictures of wildlife (they trigger their own photographs via a motion detector). The camera needed eight such batteries, and I could not scratch together that many even when raiding other devices. The impetus for getting the camera was the disappearance of the two recently-adopted cats. Though it's a long shot, perhaps I'll be able to capture images of one or both of them if I set up the camera in some lucky place. The camera can capture images eight megapixels in size and the IR flash has a 100 foot range, so I don't actually have to sneak all that close to peoples' houses when setting it up.

The weather became surprisingly cool this evening, though at least there'd been some sun (the first in several days). I cuddled under the blanket with Sylvia and/or Ramona and watched a lot of television, including the second episode of Halt and Catch Fire, which wasn't as appallingly inaccurate as the first one had been. I'm still nonplussed about the anachronistically-contemporary hairdos of the protagonists, which make me expect to see their desks equipped with flatscreen monitors, not chunky all-in-one no-name 70s computers.

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