How can you be annoyed by a person who makes dinner for you and does dishes and tidies up little neglected corners of your home and convinces the teenager to apologize to his mad mother after he doesn’t show up when he says he will?
Well, ya can’t. I’m getting spoiled over here with home-cooking. Tonight we had meatloaf and mashed potatoes and baked carrots that were hot and tender and delicious with nothing but a little salt and pepper.
I was in a thrift shop the other day and I bought this camera because it is the exact one my mom used to use when we were kids. I know, you’d rather see a picture of the meatloaf. It was too good to stop for photos. Sorry.
Yesterday we went for a walk, Ivan and my mother and me, three generations, and I took along my handy-dandy new digital camera (until I can get my hands on some film for the Kodak). Wish I could show you how cute the very large boy (6’5″, 250lbs) in his top hat and trenchcoat and purple and black hair looks standing next to his grandma, who is all of five feet tall. Close your eyes and picture it. I’ll wait…….
Instead I’ll show you one of the million pictures I took on our walk that I like.
I know, I know, I’m not supposed to shoot into the sun. My photography teacher encourages us to break the rules. I love being given permission to break the rules and get messy.
Speaking of messy, it’s time for bed. Gotta get up early and feed the teenager before sending him off into the world. Maybe I can get grandma to do it……
Have a peaceful week, friends.