It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
“The neighbors wanted stacks of MISSING posters for every person they lost, even themselves. Missing: former self. Distinguishing marks: expectations of fame, ability to demand love. Last seen wearing: hopeful expression, uncomfortable shoes.” ~ Thunderstruck & Other Stories by Elizabeth McCracken Do you ever feel like you have lost your former self and would like…
I have a post on Vision and Verb today about long-term versus new relationships and the power of stories that start with “Remember when…” Tomorrow I’ll be posted photos showing the transformation from snowy winter to spring?
Working long hours has left me feeling scattered. I’ve been unable to get back on course with my old routine (I do believe I had one, but I might be wrong).
This will be short and sweet. I had to get up at 4:00 AM and train shop employees from 7 AM to 6 PM. I’m beat! And it all repeats again tomorrow. This much stress, lack of sleep, and not eating properly makes me overly emotional, with tendencies to break into tears at the drop…
It was a mindblowingly hot weekend for early June in Minnesota. I don’t do well with heat and humidity – I get migraines — so if this weekend’s weather was any indication of how most of the summer is going to go, I’m in big trouble. But there was some relief. And no, I didn’t…
I’m in such a strange place. When haven’t I been? But this is perplexing in its uniqueness to my usual strangeness. I don’t want to be on my computer any more than I have to lately. I try to write, edit photos, read email, catch up with people but just the sitting down at my computer…
