Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Another Day

One day, this photo will be a classic. . . maybe.  Not today, but one day. . . maybe.  I just don't have much else in the folder right now.

Again, I shouldn't be writing.  I should skip the blog.  I lay in bed this morning and tried hard to think of something I was looking forward to.  Coffee.  After that?  Um. . . .  I lay there a long time, but I couldn't come up with anything else as hard as I tried.  It is like that some days.

I thought about getting a video console.  Why not?  I've never enjoyed video games, but hey, this is a new world.  So I went on Amazon.  Holy smokes!  They are expensive.  so that idea went out the window.  I ordered a new photo book instead.

I thought about buying a new camera. . . or two.  But that would only make me feel worse in the end.

So I ordered new Hanes t-shirts.  They will be here today.  You can never have too many t-shirts.

I didn't go to my mother's yesterday.  I didn't have it in me.  I feel bad about that, but the routine is wearing me down.  I am not good company now, anyway.  I could sink a ship.

I must move and keep moving.  I got more granite yesterday and spread it in the driveways.  Thirty bags so far, and you can hardly tell.  There is much to do around the house, much work that I dread.

I thought about shooting with my Liberator camera.  It is complicated and has not been yielding much that I have liked.  The thought of working with it. . . well, that is it.  It felt like work, and it would likely be unproductive.  I'd be better off working around the house.

So, yea, I could come up with nothing other than coffee, and it is almost gone.

And so am I.

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