On Photos

Tym moved to California, and I didn't realize it. I've been trying to get her to send me a photo of her pregnant belly. She only has one month left. I don't think it's gonna happen. Not all preggo women like to have their photos taken.

I'm a bit out of touch. I have phone calls I desperately need to return (that means you Uniqua). I HAVE to get some work. I need to plan things and attend events. I have books I need to review for a new volunteer gig. And it's currently 59 degrees INSIDE Farmhouse Villa. I need to suck it up and turn on the heat. But I refuse. I don't want to pay for propane.

Despite all this, I'm in a relatively good mood. Fall is closing in. Leaves are dropping all over the yard. Which reminds me, I need to mow the yard. But it's raining. And I have a warm kitty on my lap and comfy pants on. So I therefore feel like doing nothing.

I was searching for an old photo this morning in my computer files. It must be stuck on the other computer that is over at Pa's. But as I was hunting through the pix, the last year of my life flashed by. The other day I was digging in here looking for pictures of Little to show to my Man Friend (who really needs a good bloggie name, but I'm having trouble thinking of one) and he asked, "Do you take pictures every day?" I said, "Pretty much. Yes." I love recording my life in this way. Photos capture so much. Like the one above. Pa, Dorothy, and I when we were all young and shiny. Even though Dorothy has her eyes closed, Pa isn't looking at the camera, and I look pissed, I love this picture. It's a simple, non-flashy moment. A special life moment.

There are a few photos that are my very favorites. This is one:


This is from the day Kira and I arrived in Portland. I can see the old rose garden in the background. We eventually moved into the house we're standing in front of. Her old college friend lived there, so we moved in with him and his Great Dane, Dragon. We'd been driving for days. We were soooo tired. But we had made it to Oregon. We were home.

I don't take as many photos here as I did in Chicago. I'm lazier about it. I see it's mostly flowers and gardening photos. I need to start taking my camera out with me. Record more moments than just time with Little and the progress of my farm kittens. Because I miss Tym so very much and I have I think a total of 3 pictures of her. 3 years of friendship = 3 pictures? That is INSANITY. And then there are all of those others from Chicago who I can only see in my mind. I won't make that mistake again. I'll capture a million moments this year. Then I will never forget this perfect time when I started coming alive again.