‘Twas a weekend, I guess. Notable, for one or two things at least.

First, we took in a ball game, watching the new minor league team in town, the Flying Squirrels, defeat the Reading Phillies 2-1 on Friday night. There’s a contradition that I don’t quite understand at work here: I’m bored to tears watching a game on television, but I love going out to the ballpark. In any case, Friday night was a great night for a ball game.

Saturday morning/afternoon was perhaps the busiest bit: Some friends of ours are chasing the career train south to North Carolina, and couldn’t take their fish with them, so we agreed to take them in. This involved moving half-a-dozen oddly-stocked fish (including an angelfish with a diameter, not counting fins and tail, almost that of a softball) from one end of the Richmond metropolitan area to the other, along with their tank, stand, and life support system, and getting things set back up on the other end without killing anybody.

A bunch of buckets, a long car trip, some heavy lifting, and a whole lot of syphoning later, I think we managed it; everybody’s still alive, and looking reasonably happy. I even had some time to redecorate:

So, there’s that; there are now almost fifty gallons of fish tank in my living room. I’ll manage; they make nice lamps.

Fish tanks, with me, for some reason, inevitably lead to carpentry. The new tank was a little small for its stand, but that stand was the perfect size for my molly tank, so I switched things, removing a bit of my home-built stand (which was originally built for a tank of the size we took in), and providing everyone proper support. This left me with a piece of lumber just about the perfect size to add another built-in bookshelf where one was missing. My books are still two or three ranks deep, but they’re no longer overflowing and causing avalanche warnings.

And, it cleared up a bunch of space in my bedroom. So, yay.