So yesterday I fall down, bust my ass and nearly bust my camera. Today I left my camera at work and drove a 40 mile round trip to recover it. I’ve used up my expletives. To be honest, I was a bit panicked.
The camera. Those images. My private life. Just sitting on my desk, hanging out. I’m in control of that, or at least I was until I left my camera at work. So I went back and found it exactly where I’d left it. Doubtful I’ll make that mistake again.
But I ended up back at the old home away from home at dusk. The sky was gorgeous. I thought I’d try for a few shots of some arriving aircraft. I found that it’s a bit tricky getting a clear hand held shot of a landing aircraft at night. Instead I turned my attention to the airport grounds and my daughter taking in the sights. I loved the light quality, and was surprised that it turned out somewhat decently in my pictures. This could have been a better shot with a tripod…which I still don’t have. I haven’t found The One yet.
Day 49, whacked.
This is actually a very important shot. See, this morning we got a little bit of freezing rain. You know, the kind that freezes and makes everything slick.
I had taken my camera out the door, tucked away nice and neatly in the camera case, when I gingerly began my trek to the car. One baby step, two baby step, three big slide and SPLAT. Down I went.
After I finished swearing like a sailor and making my way to the car I noticed that I went down hard enough to draw blood. Great.
But there was the camera to deal with, and I began to bark out orders to the 13YO: “Take the camera out! Turn it on! Take a picture! Shake it! Hear anything?”
If this camera was broke I would die right there.
But it took a picture, albeit not a fantastic one…but a OhmigoshYourStillWorking! picture. And that was more than enough for me.
You still work! Yay!
Day 48, relieved.
Today was extremely busy. Lots of heavy lifting, sweating and swearing.
All I want to do right now is curl up in bed with a book and decompress. I have several books to choose from. Do I read a “real” book? Bust out my Nook? Listen to an audio book? Sometimes I do all three; I’m working on several stories right now.
My girls are book freaks, too. The 13YO decided to go through the kids books this weekend and set aside those that deserved to be shared. I spotted two of the books that I read to my girls in the pile and nearly had a cow: Sometimes I Like to Curl Up in a Ball by Vicki Churchill and My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss. Each of these are perfectly illustrated and hold some of the dearest memories of my early days of Motherhood.
Oh, no. Those aren’t going anywhere.
But I was struck by their changing tastes. The Junie B books that my youngest wouldn’t dare let me consider sharing was now freely in a box. There were Rainbow Fairies, Judy Moody and Stink.
It’s a bittersweet thing, seeing these books ready to be given to new homes. Hey, wait…what’s that World of Fairies book doing in that stack?!?
Day 47, hoarding.
I took a lot of pictures tonight. I had to–my best friend is moving back to California in the next couple of days, and who knows how soon I’ll get to see her again. It was our last night together.
So, point and click. Click click click, and click some more at her kids. Her wonderful, crazy, beautiful kids. I love them like they are my own. And my kids are going to miss my best friend and her wonderful, crazy beautiful kids because they are all great friends. Just like their moms.
I captured the essence of my best friendship, but not with my best friend. I did it accidentally, not having any idea that I did it. Only after sitting down with my best friend and going through the pictures did I see it. And we both latched on to this particular picture, but for different reasons.
In our girls, I see us. I see the pure joy of being a friend, the unabashed delight of being yourself around someone who gets you. And the someone who gets all of your own wonderful, crazy, beautiful bits.
These two. Right here.
Day 46, pass the tissues.
Happy Valentines Day! I hope yours has been sweet, delicious, and spent next to someone you love. Or, at minimum, someone you really really like.
Chocolate dipped strawberries, mmmm…..
Day 45, twitterpated.
The world around me is melting. FINALLY.
We had a bit of a heat wave today; temperatures got up to a balmy 46 degrees. What does one to do celebrate such warm temperatures? Go to the library, of course!
When she’s reading she can’t get into any trouble.
READ, CHILD, READ!
With the weekend around the corner, I’m eager to get outside again. There’s laundry to do and I’m trying my best to avoid it.
Day 44, kidding…sorta kinda but not really.
I nearly typed January in the title. I think the temperature keeps playing tricks on my head. Either that or I’m starting to lose it. Each are plausible possibilities.
Does taking pictures of the moon ever get old? I managed to capture some of the blue in the sky with this zoomed in shot, but what would have been THAT MUCH COOLER is if Marvin the Martian peeked over to prove once in for all that we have aliens on the moon. A girl can dream.
Hello my lovely little satellite.
As a side note, I didn’t just take the easy way out. I turned my attention elsewhere to if I could catch anything interesting in the dwindling light. As it turns out, it’s so cold here now that birds are freezing in mid-air.
Poor wee things, all frozen mid-air like.
Day 43, mellowing.