October 12, 2011
A state of readiness
I was on fire today. No, not literally. None of my body parts was physically engulfed in flames. I just mean I was on fire. Highly productive.
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October 6, 2011
Well…damn
My very first computer was an Apple IIe. I got it in high school and it was The Shit. I could play games on it, and write my homework papers on it. And I could shove a big ol’ giant five-inch floppy disk in the drive and save my stuff forever.
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October 3, 2011
Highs…and one low-down dirty move
Holy weekend fun! We had a photo walk, a photography garage sale, a football game, and a bonfire / hayride – and that was just Saturday. (Somehow in there I managed to also get the house vacuumed, although the vacuum still lingers in the hallway so I suppose that project isn’t quite completely finished.) Sunday brought mass, a trip to the pumpkin patch, a soccer game, and a roast beef/potato pancake dinner. (Somehow in there M managed to also get some work done for the Christmas display – we’re quite industrious!)
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September 27, 2011
Good day to fly
Off to New Jersey. Seat near the front. Window. No one next to me. Starbucks in belly. It’s a good day to fly.
(Trying not to miss my bug and my hub.) (Failing miserably.)
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September 26, 2011
Soccer Soccer Soccer
I’m as surprised as anyone that I’m totally digging this Soccer Mom role. But digging it I am.
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September 25, 2011
Visit
Zozer and I went to see my Gran this morning.
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September 23, 2011
Fall goodness
After work I raced home and changed into jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket. And for kicks, I wound my new, way-too-long-softest-material-ever scarf around my neck. Then I walked up to church/school to watch my kid play soccer and my husband coach.
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September 22, 2011
With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
For me, as I’m sure it is for many of you, there is some music that instantly transports you back in time. Maybe it’s a seminal moment in your life, or maybe it’s just really fond memories.
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September 20, 2011
Restored
I’m seeing images everywhere again. This is refreshing, and a relief. I’m reading a book called Why People Photograph, and just last night I read an essay that discussed artists losing their way, and those who get so lost they never make it back. That is one of my biggest fears. I go through dormant periods like anyone, but at those times I become passionately afraid that the dormancy will last forever and my gear will grow dusty, and someday I will have to just throw it all out (because digital gear, as we all know, goes vintage about 30 seconds after you pay for it). And when that happens there will be a giant hole in who I am. And how on earth would I fill that? It’s been a part of my life for so long now, is there anything that could even replace it? Thinking about this gives me the willies.
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September 20, 2011
Waiting for the Train
Every year, on Zoe’s birthday, we go to the Zoo. I worried that the tradition would end this year with her being in school and all, but we just went later in the day when she got out at 3.
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