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Monday, August 31, 2009
Day 127
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Day 126
Nostalgia: Day Six
I'm a child of the '80's, folks. All my childhood toys are coming back in fashion, albeit in slightly different incarnations (don't even get me started on the travesties they've performed on Strawberry Shortcake).
The other day I borrowed a coworker's car to run out for lunch. And I felt eyes on me.
It was the Care Bear stare!
Is it just me or have the plentitude of cute and/or cuddly characters of my childhood been mostly replaced by characters full of either action or snark? Not that I object to either, mind you. I just...I miss the homey cuteness of my youth.
I'm a child of the '80's, folks. All my childhood toys are coming back in fashion, albeit in slightly different incarnations (don't even get me started on the travesties they've performed on Strawberry Shortcake).
The other day I borrowed a coworker's car to run out for lunch. And I felt eyes on me.
It was the Care Bear stare!
Is it just me or have the plentitude of cute and/or cuddly characters of my childhood been mostly replaced by characters full of either action or snark? Not that I object to either, mind you. I just...I miss the homey cuteness of my youth.
Day 125
Nostalgia: Day Five
I used to have this recurring daydream (which sometimes crossed the line into actual dream) that I was just running headlong through fields. I'd be zooming along as fast as I could for as long as I could. It was exhilarating and transportive and I could never ever do it in real life.
Maybe that's why I love this picture so very, very much.
I used to have this recurring daydream (which sometimes crossed the line into actual dream) that I was just running headlong through fields. I'd be zooming along as fast as I could for as long as I could. It was exhilarating and transportive and I could never ever do it in real life.
Maybe that's why I love this picture so very, very much.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Day 124
Nostalgia: Day Four
At least once a year, we'd go down to Aunt Ginny and Uncle Jack's. They lived in rural Arkansas just up the road a bit from the farmhouse my mom grew up in. They went to the same church Mom and all the aunts had attended (and some had gotten married in). My cousins lived about half a mile down the road from Aunt Ginny's and Keith and Jody would come over to play all the time.
There were lots of old toys in the house--funny things like Bozo the Clown coloring books and Howdy Doody picture books and (these weren't actually toys, but they were funny) dolls that sat on top of rolls of toilet paper. But when you get two boys (K & J) and two tomboys (Steph and me) together, you always seem to end up romping around in the great outdoors.
Right across from the yard was a big pond stocked with fish. Keith and Jody had real fishing rods, but when we couldn't borrow extras from the neighbors, I'd just tie a line around a stick, bait it, and wait for the fish to bite. And they did.
I can't remember ever eating the fish we caught (I'm not sure if we were even allowed to), but it didn't matter one bit. The point was the fun we had--and, of course, catching the biggest fish.
At least once a year, we'd go down to Aunt Ginny and Uncle Jack's. They lived in rural Arkansas just up the road a bit from the farmhouse my mom grew up in. They went to the same church Mom and all the aunts had attended (and some had gotten married in). My cousins lived about half a mile down the road from Aunt Ginny's and Keith and Jody would come over to play all the time.
There were lots of old toys in the house--funny things like Bozo the Clown coloring books and Howdy Doody picture books and (these weren't actually toys, but they were funny) dolls that sat on top of rolls of toilet paper. But when you get two boys (K & J) and two tomboys (Steph and me) together, you always seem to end up romping around in the great outdoors.
Right across from the yard was a big pond stocked with fish. Keith and Jody had real fishing rods, but when we couldn't borrow extras from the neighbors, I'd just tie a line around a stick, bait it, and wait for the fish to bite. And they did.
I can't remember ever eating the fish we caught (I'm not sure if we were even allowed to), but it didn't matter one bit. The point was the fun we had--and, of course, catching the biggest fish.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Day 123
Nostalgia: Day Three
When I was about four years old, I was stung by a wasp. We'd gone to clean our church and it must have been in the plan that I wouldn't be much help because I was carrying a pillow. I remember that specifically because that's how I got stung. We were just leaving and I tucked the pillow under my arm...and trapped a wasp between the pillow and my side. The result was inevitable.
I've never been stung by a bee. And, truth be told, I don't think I've ever been frightened by bees. I probably should be--my mother is extremely allergic to them. But they don't worry me.
A number of factors play into this, not least of which was a book called Ned Kelly and the City of Bees which I read in my formative years. Mostly, though, it traces back to a very vivid memory. I was walking home from a friend's house the next parking lot over and a bee landed on my arm. Instead of screaming, flailing, all the usual reactions, I remember stopping in my tracks and just staring at it.
It meandered up and down my arm, tiny legs tickling my skin. I could see the fuzziness of each stripe, every individual pane in its wings. I wondered what it found so interesting about my skin and if it had mistaken me for a tree or a flower and was now confused. After a minute of two, since it showed no signs of going anywhere, I started heading for home again, holding my hand carefully out in front of me so I could keep an eye on it. It crawled down to my hand and rode all the way to my front door and then buzzed off on its business again.
It was utterly charming. I remember wondering if I were some sort of special bee person, like I might be able to talk to them or figure out what their dances meant when no one else could because I could just intuitively understand them. Hey, I was imaginative and interested in science.
Still am.
When I was about four years old, I was stung by a wasp. We'd gone to clean our church and it must have been in the plan that I wouldn't be much help because I was carrying a pillow. I remember that specifically because that's how I got stung. We were just leaving and I tucked the pillow under my arm...and trapped a wasp between the pillow and my side. The result was inevitable.
I've never been stung by a bee. And, truth be told, I don't think I've ever been frightened by bees. I probably should be--my mother is extremely allergic to them. But they don't worry me.
A number of factors play into this, not least of which was a book called Ned Kelly and the City of Bees which I read in my formative years. Mostly, though, it traces back to a very vivid memory. I was walking home from a friend's house the next parking lot over and a bee landed on my arm. Instead of screaming, flailing, all the usual reactions, I remember stopping in my tracks and just staring at it.
It meandered up and down my arm, tiny legs tickling my skin. I could see the fuzziness of each stripe, every individual pane in its wings. I wondered what it found so interesting about my skin and if it had mistaken me for a tree or a flower and was now confused. After a minute of two, since it showed no signs of going anywhere, I started heading for home again, holding my hand carefully out in front of me so I could keep an eye on it. It crawled down to my hand and rode all the way to my front door and then buzzed off on its business again.
It was utterly charming. I remember wondering if I were some sort of special bee person, like I might be able to talk to them or figure out what their dances meant when no one else could because I could just intuitively understand them. Hey, I was imaginative and interested in science.
Still am.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Day 122
Nostalgia: Day Two
I grew up with three friends named Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. I thought of them as friends, anyway. They're the three smokestacks of the largest plant of Lansing, Michigan's Board of Water & Light. On a clear day, they can be seen from as far as 15 miles away. But they're only about half a mile from my elementary school.
I remember them with fondness. It was one of those quirky things that capture the public imagination and don't let go. Why did they get named after characters in a Dutch lullaby? Who named them that and how did it catch on? I don't know. All I know is that Lansing embraced it and thousands of school children have grown up feeling like they know these friendly towers.
It's a particular cozy nostalgia for me. When my cousin and I recently went down to see the stacks and visit the dam by the station, I couldn't help smiling. They still look out over the city, benevolent and proud, sentinels for a time gone by when whimsy meant just as much as the bottom line.
Now the car assembly plant that was next to it has been demolished, and this water station is scheduled to be decommissioned. I just hope that when the duty is moved to the new DeWitt station, they'll do something with this local landmark that really does justice to its heritage.
I grew up with three friends named Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. I thought of them as friends, anyway. They're the three smokestacks of the largest plant of Lansing, Michigan's Board of Water & Light. On a clear day, they can be seen from as far as 15 miles away. But they're only about half a mile from my elementary school.
I remember them with fondness. It was one of those quirky things that capture the public imagination and don't let go. Why did they get named after characters in a Dutch lullaby? Who named them that and how did it catch on? I don't know. All I know is that Lansing embraced it and thousands of school children have grown up feeling like they know these friendly towers.
It's a particular cozy nostalgia for me. When my cousin and I recently went down to see the stacks and visit the dam by the station, I couldn't help smiling. They still look out over the city, benevolent and proud, sentinels for a time gone by when whimsy meant just as much as the bottom line.
Now the car assembly plant that was next to it has been demolished, and this water station is scheduled to be decommissioned. I just hope that when the duty is moved to the new DeWitt station, they'll do something with this local landmark that really does justice to its heritage.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Day 121
Nostalgia: Day One
Wanna hear something funny (peculiar, not haha)? I've been planning a nostalgia theme since last week--before I knew that was this week's theme on I Heart Faces. Sync!
Do you remember going to camp? I wasn't a huge fan of camp, myself. It was always so structured! I wanted more free time to go off into the woods and play or read next to the lake or float in the water. I didn't want to be forced to interact at specific times with specific people. But I could deal with all that.
What I had the hardest time with were the granddaddy longlegs (which is what I called them). They were there at registration every single time, waiting to greet skittish arachniphobe campers. They were in the bathrooms, and oh, the horror stories I heard about them being on toilet seats waiting for the unwary. They were everywhere.
But somehow, they were never as pretty as the guy in this picture. (Click on it to make it bigger if you can't quite make him out).
I suspect the ones that live at summer camp are just evil. That's my theory.
Wanna hear something funny (peculiar, not haha)? I've been planning a nostalgia theme since last week--before I knew that was this week's theme on I Heart Faces. Sync!
Do you remember going to camp? I wasn't a huge fan of camp, myself. It was always so structured! I wanted more free time to go off into the woods and play or read next to the lake or float in the water. I didn't want to be forced to interact at specific times with specific people. But I could deal with all that.
What I had the hardest time with were the granddaddy longlegs (which is what I called them). They were there at registration every single time, waiting to greet skittish arachniphobe campers. They were in the bathrooms, and oh, the horror stories I heard about them being on toilet seats waiting for the unwary. They were everywhere.
But somehow, they were never as pretty as the guy in this picture. (Click on it to make it bigger if you can't quite make him out).
I suspect the ones that live at summer camp are just evil. That's my theory.
Bonus post
This week is nostalgia week over at I Heart Faces (click on the button above to see all the nostalgic shots!) and I struggled with this one. So many of the pictures that make me nostalgic don't have faces in them. They're shots of moments that make me wistful or make me laugh or -- just recently -- make me wish I had a daughter of my own to share them with.
But them's the rules. A face must be visible in the shot. I can't really argue with that, given the name of the site. I really, really, REALLY wanted to enter the picture of Josiah on the swing from last week (day 112); alas, when I looked more closely, he's looking away.
So now I'm torn. Through a heroic effort, I narrowed my choices to two--and that's where I got stuck for a long time. I think I've finally decided, though.
Even though the picture of Bianca and her dandelion bouquet (see day 32) is adorable (and I love that she's missing her front teeth!), I chose this shot of my dear friend Cindy at Dun Aengus. I love it because it really captures what she was seeing at the time--both the scenery and the wonder.
Where's the nostalgia factor? Well, since I was a little kid I've wanted to go to Ireland. It was the one place I knew I had to get to before I shuffled off this mortal coil. And, thanks to Cindy, I finally got there a couple of years ago. There's something about the fulfillment of a life's dream that makes you simultaneously euphoric and nostalgic.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Day 120
I'm starting a new theme tomorrow. But today, I'm just going quick and easy. Macro of my balcony!
Day 119
Last week, I took Tabitha to the vet. She'd been limping and growling at herself when she tried to shift around. Crappitycrapcrapcrap.
So I shoved her into the carrier--a task made far more difficult by the not wanting to exacerbate whatever injury she had and the fourteen extra limbs she grew during the process--and we went (yowling) to the vet.
X-rays were had. And, oh! the indignity!
I mean, seriously, how is a lady supposed to maintain any kind of dignity in that situation?
The long and short is that she definitely has arthritis, for which she'll have to take a supplement for the rest of her life. And she may have a broken patella. But for now, she's on pain meds (Shoot! I forgot to give her a pill this morning!) and powder supplements and both beasts are on short rations in an effort to take them down a few pounds. For which they love me.
Good news, she's limping less, seems fairly happy (except when I shove the pill down her throat), and I got out of the vet's place with x-rays, examination, 3 months of supplements and 25 pain pills for under $120.
I love my vet. :)
So I shoved her into the carrier--a task made far more difficult by the not wanting to exacerbate whatever injury she had and the fourteen extra limbs she grew during the process--and we went (yowling) to the vet.
X-rays were had. And, oh! the indignity!
I mean, seriously, how is a lady supposed to maintain any kind of dignity in that situation?
The long and short is that she definitely has arthritis, for which she'll have to take a supplement for the rest of her life. And she may have a broken patella. But for now, she's on pain meds (Shoot! I forgot to give her a pill this morning!) and powder supplements and both beasts are on short rations in an effort to take them down a few pounds. For which they love me.
Good news, she's limping less, seems fairly happy (except when I shove the pill down her throat), and I got out of the vet's place with x-rays, examination, 3 months of supplements and 25 pain pills for under $120.
I love my vet. :)
Friday, August 21, 2009
Day 117
Children of My Friends: Day Seven
The Hendricks twins? Total kings of cool.
Here they are just chillin'.
And here's Heidi teaching 'em secret gang handshakes. Look how eager baby two is to get his turn.
The Hendricks twins? Total kings of cool.
Here they are just chillin'.
And here's Heidi teaching 'em secret gang handshakes. Look how eager baby two is to get his turn.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Day 116
Children of My Friends: Day Six
Sunday was Bianca's last day of freedom before starting kindergarten (and, thereby, a lifetime of schooling). Endless carefree days in the country will be no more!
That's not to say she doesn't learn at home. The best thing about being a country kid is that you get science in your own backyard.
Discover both flora...
AND fauna!
(I love her dirty fingernails! This is a girl who plays hard).
Sunday was Bianca's last day of freedom before starting kindergarten (and, thereby, a lifetime of schooling). Endless carefree days in the country will be no more!
That's not to say she doesn't learn at home. The best thing about being a country kid is that you get science in your own backyard.
Discover both flora...
AND fauna!
(I love her dirty fingernails! This is a girl who plays hard).
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Day 115
Children of My Friends: Day Five
Did you know that there is a theological presupposition that God created out of enjoyment and, in fact, wants creation to flourish? This proposal is called "asherism," from the Hebrew asher.
Don't look so skeptical--it's true! Asher means happy, so it makes sense.
And here we see Asher Drake demonstrating the meaning of his name.
And also making me giggle because the angle makes it look like he has his dad's legs.
Did you know that there is a theological presupposition that God created out of enjoyment and, in fact, wants creation to flourish? This proposal is called "asherism," from the Hebrew asher.
Don't look so skeptical--it's true! Asher means happy, so it makes sense.
And here we see Asher Drake demonstrating the meaning of his name.
And also making me giggle because the angle makes it look like he has his dad's legs.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Day 114
Children of My Friends: Day Four
Originally this was all about the colors of the grass, the tomato garden, Bianca's dress, etc. But then I started playing with the saturation and I ended up absolutely loving this version. It's so...farm girl in the '30's.
Originally this was all about the colors of the grass, the tomato garden, Bianca's dress, etc. But then I started playing with the saturation and I ended up absolutely loving this version. It's so...farm girl in the '30's.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Day 113
Children of My Friends: Day Three
Adria. Because she's just so adorable.
Check out the cupcakey dress!
Adria. Because she's just so adorable.
Check out the cupcakey dress!
Day 112
Children of My Friends: Day Two
I love how quintessentially childhoody this picture is. Way to model, Josiah!
I love how quintessentially childhoody this picture is. Way to model, Josiah!
Day 111
Inadvertant theme this week: Children of My Friends
Today's offering is "Babies in Distress." No babies were harmed in the photographing of this theme.
Cole was doing just fine, tooling around, heading for open road whenever he got the chance. Then, all of the sudden, he tipped over the edge of too hot, too tired, too everything and just had to start crying.
And, really, sometimes there's just nothing else you can do. (Tilt your head to the side, folks. Sorry about this).
But sometimes there's a reason for tears. Like when your mom says you can't play on the rolled up chicken wire because you might get hurt. Mom--she's always ruining a kid's fun. Poor Adria.
Today's offering is "Babies in Distress." No babies were harmed in the photographing of this theme.
Cole was doing just fine, tooling around, heading for open road whenever he got the chance. Then, all of the sudden, he tipped over the edge of too hot, too tired, too everything and just had to start crying.
And, really, sometimes there's just nothing else you can do. (Tilt your head to the side, folks. Sorry about this).
But sometimes there's a reason for tears. Like when your mom says you can't play on the rolled up chicken wire because you might get hurt. Mom--she's always ruining a kid's fun. Poor Adria.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Day 110
Flights of Fancy 1*
If I were a fairy or, say, Thumbelina, I would never be able to resist this deliciously lovely nest of a flower.
The filigreed tendrils curled protectively over the charming resting place inside just beg a tiny being to make it their bed for the night. And what fairy lass could resist waking up being surrounded by the jewels of dew glittering in the early morning sun? (Click on the picture for a glimpse of spider web).
In black and white, the green loveliness turns icily beautiful--no less fit for a fairy queen, but less rosy-cheeked and more cooly elegant, this one. Maybe a queen with a bit of menace or several minions.
*[This might turn into a theme week--or it might just be something I pepper in when I feel like it.]
If I were a fairy or, say, Thumbelina, I would never be able to resist this deliciously lovely nest of a flower.
The filigreed tendrils curled protectively over the charming resting place inside just beg a tiny being to make it their bed for the night. And what fairy lass could resist waking up being surrounded by the jewels of dew glittering in the early morning sun? (Click on the picture for a glimpse of spider web).
In black and white, the green loveliness turns icily beautiful--no less fit for a fairy queen, but less rosy-cheeked and more cooly elegant, this one. Maybe a queen with a bit of menace or several minions.
*[This might turn into a theme week--or it might just be something I pepper in when I feel like it.]
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Day 109
This is Penn.
Penn likes him some pickles. Especially the Penn-sized baby gherkins.
Penn salutes pickles in all their tastiness. "Salut!" he says in his urbane manner. "To you, tiny pickles. May you always be well received."
Take heart, pickle lovers! There will always be those who toast you, no matter the naysayers! (This means you, Brian and Amy).
Unless you're sweet pickle lovers. Then I'm afraid you're doomed. I simply cannot condone such evil.
Penn likes him some pickles. Especially the Penn-sized baby gherkins.
Penn salutes pickles in all their tastiness. "Salut!" he says in his urbane manner. "To you, tiny pickles. May you always be well received."
Take heart, pickle lovers! There will always be those who toast you, no matter the naysayers! (This means you, Brian and Amy).
Unless you're sweet pickle lovers. Then I'm afraid you're doomed. I simply cannot condone such evil.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Day 108
It rained here over the weekend. Big, violent, power outagey storms, actually.
But not so much where I was. Here it was just rain. Nice, summery, fragrant rain.
Blipbloopbloopblop.
Yes, I was barefoot and yes, I did get wet. And yes, it made me happy.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Day 107
The mill we walked to (see yesterday's entry) was great. It was set up just like it has been for over a hundred years--barring the electric lightbulbs and air conditioning, of course.
There were artisans dressed in period clothing who were more than willing to chat with our random group wandering through. There was an ancient steam and belt engine run by the water flowing under the mill. There were giant saws and massive anvils and corn mills and all sorts of interesting things. And if you felt like going for a ride after taking the tour, there's a riverboat pulled by a pair of mules.
And don't even get me started on the general store!
Yessir, it's good times in Grand Rapids, Ohio. But if your name's Nell or Pauline, and your family owes Snidely Whiplash some money, you might want to steer clear. The whole place is practically panting for some melodrama.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Day 106
This weekend I went to watch my dear friend John be hooded for his Ph.D. After the ceremony, there was a cookout for friends and family at a park in Grand Rapids, Ohio. About half a mile down the trail from the shelter was an old saw mill.
It was a long walk, but Uncle Johnny made sure Renee stayed safe the whole way there.
(P.S. Thought I should point out that the angle's a bit odd; John's legs aren't really as oddly short as they look here. :) )
It was a long walk, but Uncle Johnny made sure Renee stayed safe the whole way there.
(P.S. Thought I should point out that the angle's a bit odd; John's legs aren't really as oddly short as they look here. :) )
Day 105
Birds of Our World
And this would be the "eating" capture. This robin sat and posed for me for a few minutes, but I had to zoom so much that all the pictures were grainy. I don't really care, though--worm!
And this would be the "eating" capture. This robin sat and posed for me for a few minutes, but I had to zoom so much that all the pictures were grainy. I don't really care, though--worm!
Day 104
Birds of Our World
I love capturing birds in the midst of things: eating, singing, and now, flying. Click on the picture to see the blur of its wings more clearly.
I love capturing birds in the midst of things: eating, singing, and now, flying. Click on the picture to see the blur of its wings more clearly.
Day 103
Birds of Our World
"Egad! What's this interloper? Why does it move on its own?!"
*box skitters*
"Ahhh!"
"I won't stand for this! You made me shriek like a human girl. Begone, dastardly box. Don't make me kick you again!"
(Note the beak punctures throughout the box).
"Egad! What's this interloper? Why does it move on its own?!"
*box skitters*
"Ahhh!"
"I won't stand for this! You made me shriek like a human girl. Begone, dastardly box. Don't make me kick you again!"
(Note the beak punctures throughout the box).
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Housekeeping note
I'm going out of town tomorrow (Friday) so I'll not be posting a picture then. As per usual, I'll catch up my weekend pictures on Monday. AND...wait for it...Monday's shot may have people in it!
I know. I'm amazed, too.
Also, remember that whole not celebrating a hundred days earlier this week? Yeah, well, I cast my grumpiness aside and announce that I have over 2400 views on here!!!! I can't possibly be responsible for more than half of those. So a sincere and hearty "Thank you!" to all of you dropping by. You give me hope and make me feel...I dunno, relevant or something.
I know. I'm amazed, too.
Also, remember that whole not celebrating a hundred days earlier this week? Yeah, well, I cast my grumpiness aside and announce that I have over 2400 views on here!!!! I can't possibly be responsible for more than half of those. So a sincere and hearty "Thank you!" to all of you dropping by. You give me hope and make me feel...I dunno, relevant or something.
Day 102
Birds of Our World: Day One
(This theme may not last a week. After all, though I do live in a city with enough countryside to support herons and hawks and geese and all manner of interesting birdies, though I have a hummingbird occasionally visit my balcony, I also have a point-and-shoot camera that only zooms so far. So most of pictures are of the more common bird varieties and there aren't as many as you might think. We'll see how far this takes me).
Dancers in formation.
The stars are waiting in the wings for their cue. (Pun not entirely intended). The speckled top bird there was, I thought, the prettiest of the flock, clearly the prima.
Ah, the loveliness of Tchaikovsky's "Seagull Parking Lot." Can't you hear the music?
(This theme may not last a week. After all, though I do live in a city with enough countryside to support herons and hawks and geese and all manner of interesting birdies, though I have a hummingbird occasionally visit my balcony, I also have a point-and-shoot camera that only zooms so far. So most of pictures are of the more common bird varieties and there aren't as many as you might think. We'll see how far this takes me).
Dancers in formation.
The stars are waiting in the wings for their cue. (Pun not entirely intended). The speckled top bird there was, I thought, the prettiest of the flock, clearly the prima.
Ah, the loveliness of Tchaikovsky's "Seagull Parking Lot." Can't you hear the music?
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Day 101
I had a completely different post planned for this morning, but my brain refuses to wake up. So instead of the nostalgic ramblings that were going to go here, you'll instead have these idyllic shots of sunlight, willows, and water--three of my very favorite things.
You're welcome!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Day 100
It's my 100th day of this project! The day I switch to digits instead of spelling the numbers out! I'm only twenty days short of being a third of the way through! I feel like I should be beaming with pride, jumping up and down, shouting, "Commitment issues? WHAT commitment issues?!"
Instead I'm grumpy. Not about this--I am actually quite proud of this blog and the fact that I've managed to stick with it every. single. day. It's just that one can't always plan one's moods around the milestones. They're impressive. They're there. I'm grateful and I acknowledge them. But maybe I'll appreciate it more tomorrow.
I've never been good at celebrating the right numerals anyway. 16 and 18 weren't the birthdays I was thrilled to get to. I was in love with 17. And then all my friends had their "quarter century" crises. I had mine at 28. It seemed more dire than 25.
So today, I'm not in the place to geek out at one hundred. Yesterday I thought I would be, but the reality of today is different. And you know what? I think I'm okay with that. Tomorrow will come. With it may come another theme week. "Scenes from my past" or "Birds!" Who knows?
Today? Today is about calming my spirit and remembering that no matter what melancholy adulthood brings me, there's no tonic like the simple, giddy elixir of a swingset.
Instead I'm grumpy. Not about this--I am actually quite proud of this blog and the fact that I've managed to stick with it every. single. day. It's just that one can't always plan one's moods around the milestones. They're impressive. They're there. I'm grateful and I acknowledge them. But maybe I'll appreciate it more tomorrow.
I've never been good at celebrating the right numerals anyway. 16 and 18 weren't the birthdays I was thrilled to get to. I was in love with 17. And then all my friends had their "quarter century" crises. I had mine at 28. It seemed more dire than 25.
So today, I'm not in the place to geek out at one hundred. Yesterday I thought I would be, but the reality of today is different. And you know what? I think I'm okay with that. Tomorrow will come. With it may come another theme week. "Scenes from my past" or "Birds!" Who knows?
Today? Today is about calming my spirit and remembering that no matter what melancholy adulthood brings me, there's no tonic like the simple, giddy elixir of a swingset.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Day Ninety-Nine
Nature: Day Seven
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home! Your house is on fire and your children are gone.
Except this one. Her name, according to folklore, is Ann.
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home! Your house is on fire and your children are gone.
Except this one. Her name, according to folklore, is Ann.
Day Ninety-Eight
Nature: Day Six
I kind of want this as a poster on my wall. Except I'd rather the shorn limb was a knothole. Still. I love the view.
I kind of want this as a poster on my wall. Except I'd rather the shorn limb was a knothole. Still. I love the view.
Day Ninety-Seven
Nature: Day Five
Berries. To tide you over while I'm trying to put the rest up. Don't eat them, though--I'm pretty sure they're poisonous.
Berries. To tide you over while I'm trying to put the rest up. Don't eat them, though--I'm pretty sure they're poisonous.
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