Ohmygosh, I am so lazy. I have not been able to take a single new picture since–since–well, it’s been a few days. This has never before happened in the history of my blogging. Alas. Luckily, I have 10,000 photos from last year! Why take a new picture, anyway?
So…would you like to know what’s been happening? In this particular life?
I watched a movie last night. Letters to Juliet. It was OK. A chickee-flick. A girl-flick. Not the greatest acting. Except for Vanessa Redgrave. But (of course you’ve intuited this) it was a love story. If you’re in the mood for a love story, rent it. If you want good acting, try something else.
It’s raining. Rain, rain, rain. 2.25 inches yesterday! Probably another half-inch today. The Silver River overfloweth. OK, maybe not overfloweth, but it is running high.
I had trouble concentrating at work today. One of those restless days. When restlessness attempts to hijack the body. OK, I must admit, restlessness won. I even left work early. (Which means I may have to go in a couple of hours this weekend.)
The leaves have started to turn. If I overcome my apathy for photo-taking, I’ll take some pictures for you. Reds and oranges and yellows splash across the horizon as you’re driving to and fro.
Guess what? My friend, Catherine, has invited me to a concert tomorrow night! A Russian concert: Chamber Orchestra Kremlin. I shall go, even though classical music is not–necessarily–my #1 love. That’s because we must always push the envelope. That way our love expands. We may discover we love classical Kremlin music. We may discover something new. (And, besides, Catherine has agreed to go out for dinner. Hurray! Won’t we have fun?)
Something else has been happening. I am going to show three photos at Gallery 325. That is our local art gallery. Can you believe it? I have been painstakingly learning how to print photos (through mpix.com) and buy frames (at Michaels Store in Marquette). The theme of the show is “Domestic Violence.” Hmmm….OK, I was sure I would be able to come up with some photos that would cover domestic violence. Even if it was a bird crashing into the window. That sounds like domestic violence to me. Does it to you?
Tonight I am going to sit down and concentrate and write some words to go along with the three photos. Of course, my heart is going pitter-pat quite rapidly at the prospect of writing something about domestic violence. But what? I think the poem or essay shall involve the domestic violence we do to ourselves, in our own minds.
The only other news I can think to add is: I am eating Cheerios for the first time in my life since childhood. Of course, they aren’t really Cheerios. They’re called “Heart to Heart Honey Toasted Oat Cereal” from Kashi. Mmmm….very good. They are fulfilling a deep longing I didn’t know existed. There are even hearts in the cereal. Kinda like Lucky Charms, but without the nasty colors & flavorings. Eating some more straight out of the box right now. Who says dinner can’t be Cheerios?
Signing off now, and wishing you all a splendiferous weekend. Happy Saturday with the added bonus of a Sunday!