The picture above is one that has been making me happy the past couple of days.
J says I’ve been ripe for this for a few days: a fight.
I never see a bad mood coming before it strikes. I wish I did; if I did, I would take extra care to isolate myself or medicate myself or something. But I never see it before it’s here.
And after the fight comes the washed-out depression. The feeling delicate. I crave my deck and coffee all the time even though it is wet outside and it’s the middle of the afternoon when I should be drinking water instead of coffee.
There are things to do and all I can manage is to sit here and write.
I have an odd relationship to my photography at the moment. I love the business and I love photography, but now that the 365 project is over, I have taken that as permission to pick up the camera less often. I go gear window shopping more often, as though it is something that I lack that is causing the issue. It is nothing of lack.
And my coffee is lukewarm and I am too lazy to warm it up again, so I will drink lukewarm coffee.
Abby got a haircut and it’s a pretty good one except they chopped off half her whiskers. I’m not mad about it. I know exactly how it happened, because she bites at the trimmers…..she hates them. So I know it was an accident.
The boys are going with Mother and Daddy and L and B to St. Simons this week. They leave at 8 am tomorrow. All I have done is pack O’s clothes.
Then we leave for Savannah Tuesday, and Abby and Trixie will have Ms. Jenny as their company at our house for the week.
I am anxious about the trip, primarily because I don’t know what, if any, combination of camera gear I should bring along with me. The last time Jared and I went to this conference was 2012, and I hadn’t had my first camera long, relatively speaking, and I did do some minor street photography that had no people in it.
I am also anxious that I will not get out of our room for any reason whatsoever, except with Jared. But I want to go to that cool art store and the chocolate store that is not on River Street.