Weekly Wrap-up Post #33

My thoughts on how I get ideas...

Ellen was out of town last week, presenting a paper at the annual conference for the American Society for Environmental History, and so that meant, among other things, that Lyndon got a few days of sleeping on the bed. He is mostly good about not crowding me and taking up much more space than a small dog requires. When he’s being polite he curls up into a very compact little thing:

But sometimes he does decide that he requires a full stretch, and I am usually the one who feels somehow like I am imposing upon him when that happens.

He also has taken to rearranging his blanket directly next to one of his other beds, for reasons I am not sure I understand, but it is somewhat amusing to watch, as he wedges himself into very small spaces for no apparent reason:

He doesn’t get a lot of agency in general, so when it comes to things that are really “up to him” (like where he wants to sit, and how he wants to arrange his blankets), I tend to let him do it.

Last week I did an image-heavy Doomsday Machines post, looking at a sampling of how families were depicted in a few “family fallout shelter” pamphlets/reports of the late 1950s/early 1960s: