34 of 100: August 7s past

My default cop-out when I've got nothing much to say: a trip down Flickr-memory lane. For today, just three photos, with original captions:

2011: I had my whole afternoon mapped out: a little work; moving
some boxes into the new storage space; picking up some supplies
from the Roost for my book arts class that starts tomorrow;
find a recipe for dinner and shop for ingredients; take Milo to
the dog park; cook. And then my phone yelped: a SAR call-out.
I've been trying hard to respond. And all those things I had
planned—well, the world wouldn't crash to a halt if they got
delayed. So... off I went, to search for a missing camper at a
state park down the coast. Bob and I got transported out to
the beach to start searching there. But of course, the main thing
I needed for today was a 2. And there were no 2s on the beach.
Except. Of course! I could just draw a 2! I didn't need to FIND
it in the landscape. I could make it! And so, I did. Here it is.

2009: Last night driving home a deer leapt into my path. I hit it
in the hindquarters, then pulled over and called 911. I have no
idea what happened to it. I do know it wasn't anywhere to be found
this morning. I had thought it didn't do any damage, but today I
noticed this new dent. Fortunately, it's not serious—just a reminder,
I guess, that things can happen in an instant. And that we were
lucky it didn't broadside me.

2007: Giving a sea lion what-for (that's him on the right,
just barely). He probably weighed 750 pounds—to her
4 or so—but he wisely decided not to mess with the
fierce momma and went around.

The caption for that number 2 ended with "Only one day left. And I know exactly what my 1 will be. Nothing—not even a call-out—will deter me." And so here it is:

Nuff said.

Maybe tomorrow I'll feel like doing some investigative/substantive blogging again. We'll see! But at least now I'm caught up.