Until I started keeping a 365 Project over a year ago and joined Instagram, I forgot so much of what was happening in my life. I looked back and thought it rather boring and mundane. Now I feel differently. I realize my life is quite full.
Since my friend Sean taught me how to knit in the round and finish a hat a few weeks ago, I have been a hat knitting machine. I loathe having idle hands, so I do my best to keep them busy when the rest of me is not. Hats get started and finished while I sit in the carpool line to pick up my kids in the afternoon or during their karate classes. Or Sunday afternoons when my honeys takes the kids to the tennis court and I rebel against other household work.
Abbie got a shave. Mostly on her back, but it did wrap around her shoulders a bit. She's a sight to behold from other angles, but feels so soft to the touch. It's hard to not pet her. Over and over.
My honeys asked if I would make him pancakes for lunch. So I did. With wheat flour, blueberries, a bananner and almond milk. They're pretty yummy and I don't feel as guilty afterwards.
Hot tea with honey from my friend Lisa's queen bees at Jiggystick has been constantly filling my favorite handmade mug. I love the thumb rest on top.
Our roof was over twenty years old. It had extreme wind and hail damage. As well as one nice hole through the shingles and into the attic that was lined with brown hair. I was told. The roofers were supposed to arrive between 7am and 7:45am. The project manager knocked on the door at 6:30am, which had me stumbling downstairs in my Hello Kitty pajamas and no coffee consumed. Lucky him.
Ruby didn't like the roofers. She didn't like their noise or their mess. Or the fact that they were on the roof.
I missed most of the noise with a teaching appointment. I was greeted by this gnome, then fresh strawberries with coffee and pound cake. And a cat named Zeus who purred in my lap for awhile before we pulled out a camera and lights and discussed how they would best work together and what settings to use.
Cookie dough makes everything better. And a husband who agrees edible cookies are better than anything telecom related. I made a batch of oatmeal cookies, ate so much dough that I felt sick (mission accomplished) and had several dozen make it out of the oven. Of which, my honeys hid half the next morning to ensure I wouldn't eat them all. I may or may not have done this in the past.
For weeks, I have been writing text for the pages of my new website. For weeks, it has felt like a daunting task. I have one week left before I absolutely need to hand all the text and image files over to my web designer. After that, I'll be shooting weddings, babies, and traveling photography conventions. I need to have everything done so I can move on. I surpassed ten thousand written words and that felt like an accomplishment as I narrow down the remaining number of pages for which I must write.
I visited my ENT this morning. The sinus infection I had before I went up to Minnesota didn't die with the previous round of antibiotics. I got new ones, along with steroids. And promises that by next week, I'll feel good as new. But for now, I'll work in the peace of my car while the kids are in karate. And keep my ear drums in tact.
New RAM for my Macbook. I've replaced RAM for my iMacs in the past, but have been scared to open up my Macbook. It took longer to blow all the dust and cat hair out of the inside than it did to replace the RAM. Yick.
Between pollen counts over 5,000 (the official extremely high count is 1,500) and the dust from our new roof, the pool died. It's no longer clear and is sporting some lovely green algae. The water turned from blue to aqua. When walking up the steps from our basement, I close my eyes or look at the ceiling, rather than see the layer of pollen covering our hardwoods on the main floor. It is so invasive and quickly covers every surface within an hour of being vacuumed or dusted.
My aunt and uncle drove into town from Alabama. Old photographs were pulled out of boxes. Postcards from the early sixties were read. I was reminded of my love for old stamps and how I used to make bookmarks with them on poster board with rubber cement. Note to self: do this with the kids on a rainy afternoon.
My great aunt Ethel is on the right, standing with her parents and my great grand parents on a family vacation to Iowa in 1949. Based on the ripples in their dresses, it appears Iowa was every bit as windy then as it is now.
I sat next to this sweet baby at dinner. Do you remember Ella? She's grown quite a bit in the last year and a half.