Tuesday, July 7, 2020
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.
Posted by cafe selavy at 7:59 AM