Monthly Archives: October 2015
My beloved Galaxy 6 Edge is on strike or I have screwed up some of the settings because taking photos of the family cheerleader was a disaster…all 400+ were off. I salvaged these three just to have proof that I went to a football game.
This picture of Steve at lunch didn’t work out that well either but maybe I just got his bad side–he looks too skinny. My saying that will make him happy.
I gave up that silly idea of posting a photo a day. It became obvious it wasn’t going to work when I found myself blogging with only a picture of an olive oil bottle to share. So only ‘pretty’ pictures and an interesting one two whenever that opportunity arises in the future.
TODAY WAS THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN IN ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO. I went for a walk and it hailed on me. And it’s been very gray and thundery and lovely.
Last week. Last walk of the summer. Oh sure I know it’s October but this is New Mexico. Fall is slow to arrive.
In Albuquerque, the trees don’t go gold all of a sudden, instead the green dulls, a yellowish hue appears, and then one day they all fall down.
I became acquainted with my classes today instead of walking. Good for my sense of organization, bad for my head and body. Very happy with my classes however; part of the UCLA Certificate in Creative Nonfiction Writing Program. This program has forced/encouraged me to start my book which is a few (two) chapters underway and finally feels real.
Tables are a bit of an obsession with me apparently–but only the IKEA kind so it’s not an expensive habit. I have a shiny red one I quite love and have moved it to a location against a green wall. My version of grown-up playing-house is releasing objects I like from their trunk and arranging them for my viewing pleasure. Here’s today’s photo.
As a general thing…life is good. Must take some hours away from the big world and focus on the addictive pleasure of a venti non-fat latte and warm chocolate croissant. And the reality of Friday with a writing weekend ahead. And river walks. No Republicans and guns allowed. Maybe I’ll start my project of watching all of “Downton Abbey” before the last season in January or just continue with “The Americans” to remind me of how much I liked Russia. Really. I did. Just ordered some great new Russian histories.
Turns out it’s all about me then…and good coffee.