I was planning to write a quick, short post this evening, then turn off the computer.
I worked today. I’m tired and still have lots to do.
Besides, I’m off tomorrow, and will have time to write a longer, more thoughtful post then, as the finale to this month of daily writing.
That was my plan.
I thought I’d download my latest pictures to have a current image, at least, for tonight’s meager posting.
I can’t find the camera!
I took photos just last night, in the side yard with the dogs. It was dark, and I was trying out different settings for the best effect. I was sure it was in my coat pocket…then figured it was in the other coat…then scoured counter, tables and desk to find where I’d mislaid it. Nothing!
I put on boots and coat and went outside to retrace my steps from last night, in case it had fallen out of my pocket into the snow. I searched the car, too, just in case. Then I came in and repeated the search I’d already done. I emptied my purse. I looked in the insulated bag I use to carry my lunch to work. I looked through every other room in the house.
I could have selected one of over a thousand photos already downloaded onto this computer.
By that time I had decided they were all too dated. If I was going to use an old photo, it may as well be special.
I pulled out four albums, two metal boxes and one small wooden chest, all full of photographs.
What followed was an hour and a half of reminiscing.
“Oh, my daughters when they were tiny!”
“There’s Katey, right after Michael was born…”
“One sweet, beautiful grandchild after another!”
“…What holiday was that?”
So much for my quick bit of writing this evening!
I’ve decided on – then rejected – several different sets of photos with several different directions to write about them.
I could have written more about my five-day sail; I have photos to accompany that story!
I could have illustrated – with photographs – my time on Grand Turk Island, and many of the characters I met there.
Sisters and brothers, nieces and nephews, friends, parents and grandparents, my pets, my gardens through the years…there were too many possibilities.
I had to pause to feed the dogs.
It is getting late.
I still have lots to do, and I haven’t had my own supper yet.
I settled on this sweet photo, though I have no particular story to go with it.
I like it because we all look so much like ourselves.
Brenda, always glamorous (and in charge), looks directly into the camera.
I look a little bit serious, a little bit reserved, and am wearing almost the same identical hairstyle that I have today!
Teddy (though he’s just “Ted” now) often wears that same expression in conversation today! I am in love with his choice of clothing in this picture, but am happy to report he’s gotten better about [not] mixing patterns.
I adore Sheila’s small face, round little belly, and the fact that she is shirtless, while Ted is not.
I don’t know that he sunburned easily, but I have seen several old photos of Ted with his sisters where he is the only one with a shirt on!
And Laddie…a good old dog!
And now I’m off to finish my evening.