Things have been a really crazy around here lately. This past year has been full of transitions. And transitions are filled with uncertainty (my favorite!). So the result is a lot of worrying. And my mind starts to yell at me, "Control the things! You must control all the things!" And I'm too ADD for meditating and my body was made with no muscle mass, so yoga is out (don't tell me to go I can't I mean it). So I've been trying to get back into the habit of picking up my camera. It's always been a way of wrangling my mind into focusing on what is actually happening around me, now. Versus the endless reel of what ifs and what thens and how abouts and if I'd onlys. And I miss writing, too. I miss the creativity and connection of this space. I miss doing things for no justifiable reason other than it's fun. So here I go again (just like Whitesnake).
Pretending with all her might that it is summer already.
I don't think they caught him, but it helped that there was a frog in the rocks that they could only get if they went in.
So a few months ago she told me she hid a Kermit doll behind a gas can (I must have said I wasn't going to buy it). She said she put it there because "no one ever buys gas like that". She was so excited when I told her we were going to eat breakfast there after her sleepover, because she could FINALLY rescue him... Only to realize that apparently people do buy gas like that. Darn it. :|
“There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other’s cooking & to say that it was good.” Brian Andreas. (One of my favorites)