1) I figured out what I want for my birthday. And I’m telling you now so you can keep an eye out: Marilyn, who just turned thirty (how did you DO that?), posted her 30 poils of wisdom (that’s “pearls” for all non New Jersey residents) on her own birthday. It’s a lovely list – wise, witty, amazingly astute for so young a grasshopper.
And, of course, I could do my own list, things like, “Remind your son not to put the puppies in the house when he is using your yard for a video shoot, because the puppies will get all wound up, run upstairs and unravel your seven foot hooked rug runner if he does.” Stuff like that.
But what I want for my birthday (which is not till May, so you have SOOOOO much time) is your own favorite poil. Even if it’s about diapers. Because I’m bound to have another grandchild some day. Even if it’s about focal length or C++, or constructionism vs. expression. Or spraying colloidal silver up your nose to treat a sinus infection. Or decorating cupcakes. Any wisdom you’ve got. You can whip it up out of stuff you have lying around the house.
And that’s what I want. On the first part of May.
I’ll remind you.
Don’t worry.
2) In making an effort to create a little space on my hard drive, I was trying to organize my image files. And I came across a bunch of shots that I had singled out and worked with in PS for one reason or another over the past couple of years. These are some of my favorites – in no particular order. Not because they are great photographs. Just because they make me happy when I see them:
Weird florescent lighting – everything the same interesting flesh tone. It’s the grin and the shirt I loved. Well, and the tie. That’s the classy tie I sent to Argentina with Elder M.
Happy horse. Almost green ground. I want to ride that happy horse. I’ll have to find him under all the mud he’s wearing now.
Un-diluted wonder and sweetness.
I need more of that in my life.
My mom. My daughter. Same daughter as pictured above. This could have been a picture of my mom, holding herself. They look that much alike.
This is how I feel when I’m reading something really good. We’re re-reading Willis’ To Say Nothing of the Dog at present, and this is JUST the way I feel.
Color. Wanna see it for real. Even with the dandelions.
Now that you’ve looked at the pictures, go up and RE-READ the top, so you don’t forget. No paper or bow necessary.
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