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Sunday, August 28, 2016

seashells by the seashore ...

Every now and again there is a post on Pinterest that catches my eye. More correctly, every now and again, there is an email from Pinterest titled "some pins we think might interest you" and they are correct. Full disclosure, I can't remember the last time I meandered through Pinterest without a specific purpose. 
 Headshots ... check. 
Senior pictures .... check. 
Seashells .... uh, nope.

Usually one of my swipe and delete emails, but this time something caught my eye 
---- seashells.
I've got a collection of those just sitting around the house; hummm!

Painted seashells. 
There was an image with ornate paintings 
- paisley-isk and circular dot designs and the what-not 
- all quite stunning, 
but unquestionably more time consuming than the meager minutes I have to allocate to dilly dalling.
 But the metallic silver shells - yea, I can do that.  
 I figured in between all the spray paint do-overs on furniture going into our son's first apartment I could manage a quick shell do-over.

Fun, quick, easy. 
Next on the list- time to actually do one of those Tasty video recipes that make everything look so darn easy and quick, and damn near effortless. Terms that describe just about anything I do anymore beyond the essentials.

Friday, August 26, 2016

good times ...

Getting to see Adele at the O2 was the cherry on top of a wonderful trip to London. We enjoyed the show so much that my husband has been stalking her concert tour, looking, pricing, and hoping I will give in and concede to fork up money that should otherwise be allocated to work around the house, things that have patiently bid their time on the back burner, but their day has come.

To be honest, we seldom go to a concert, only recently going to scheduled performances during the Greenbrier Classic golf tournaments.  Before that, aside from a few token shows that included the Eagles, Elton John and some Irish dancers, it was mostly the likes of Barney, (yea, the purple one)
Adele was amazing, engaging and genuinely talented.  
Mind you, Barney was a huge favorite back in the day, but no comparison. 

PS - my pictures from this event were cellphone because we were confident they would not allow DSLR cameras, even with a prime lens and we forgot to double check before leaving the hotel. We were wrong. There weren't many with non-cellphone cameras, but a few. But I have discovered over this last year how liberating it can be to give yourself permission to leave the 'big' camera at home and be content with what you get with your cellphone.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

home sweet home ...

A home well loved is always a bit of a beautiful mess.

[Highclere Castle / Downton Abbey] 

Monday, August 22, 2016

olympics - in the books ...

As a young girl, the Olympics were a big deal. We only got 3 channels so when one of them put their primarily focus on the events you couldn't help but get swept up in the excitement. And then there was the ever brewing animosity with the Soviet Union, so if we beat noone but them it was as good as gold and we all walked around with our chests puffed out with national pride. I'd like to say that I enjoyed the Olympics more before the introduction of professional athletes, but the reality is they were always there, just not from every country. And now there is the ever present issue of with doping (again, probably always there on some level, just now more identifiable).  

 Personally I got frustrated (again) with NBC's coverage and their compulsion to make it a social party. I don't begrudge Ryan Seacrest his efforts to make things hip and current, but he brought nothing to the coverage and time spent segueing to the beach for nonsense could have been redirected to the competitions. And those events that wasn't 'live', (ahem, gymnastics) - did we really have to wait until after 10 pm to see what had already happened HOURS earlier.  Editing, its called 'editing' NBC - look into it. :)

But if I were to pinpoint the biggest drawback to my following the Olympics this time around it would have to be the commercials. 
Lawd have mercy! 
There must be a limit on how many commercials are medically safely be administered to an audience before resulting in (mental) health issues.

As for the photos - my mom got a wild hair and decided that she and friend were going to travel to Spain some 25 years ago. She brought me back a coin, a bracelet, and a letter opener. The bracelet gets little wear because it is delicate and I am not. The letter opener has over the years served its original purpose (but has been known to serve as a can tap opener on occasion).  The coin, well it got placed on a necklace years ago and worn frequently, but it now mostly sits in the jewelry drawer. 
 Still, a cool keepsake and the closest I have gotten to an Olympics.
Maybe an Olympics should go on my bucket list.  
2020 - Tokyo, Japan.  
And I just happen to know someone who knows her way around that neck of the woods. (wink, wink!)

Saturday, August 20, 2016

dilemma ...

do I stay or do I go 

 When it comes to blogging, reality has beared witness to my inadequacies in maintaining a regular presence since returning to work full time. By and large this blog has served its purpose of giving me conversation outside of child care. It provided an outlet for creativity and encouraged me to push further with my desire to advance my photography as well as find a voice for my thoughts. 
The win-win of it all has been the amazing people I have met along the way.
But as it now stands, I simply don't have the fuel to blog with any regularity. 
A circumstance I no longer feel guilty about, 
but the shortage of time to visit with others has left me feeling empty.  
Adding to my delinquency has been Instagram. Quick, easy, less effort. 
The fix to my urge to share.

[one of my birthday flowers - one of the few non-cell phone pictures lately]

This is not a Dear John letter (though I have started one a time or two).  No, this is merely an acknowledgement of the fact that I need to explore a different strategy to be present here as well as on Instagram (and complete all those household chores that do not diminish regardless of schedule).
It is also my reminder to myself that I need to find camera time - me time. 

[one of the feral herd  - quick photo through the dirty window - but still, a non-cell phone picture]

Thursday, July 28, 2016

gotta catch 'em all ...

Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all
Its you and me
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon, oh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through

You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all
Gotta catch 'em all

If you haven't heard about PokemonGo, 

then chances are you haven't left the house or turned on the TV in the last month; and who can blame you with all the political rhetoric that is consuming the airways.

Pokemon captured our daughter's heart and imagination many many years ago, so I was a little curious. Nearly as fun as catching Pokeon is watching people, men and women, young and old, pass the office trying to catch Pokemon or Pokemon balls, making their way to the levy where they hope to challenge and capture more.

One of the ladies at the office argues that it is another example of the evil of modern technology hindering people's ability or willingness to be in the moment, preventing them from interacting with real people and real life. Maybe; but when I see so many people getting out, walking, talking and engaging with each other, I see it as more a sign of the times where technology is but a tool in their socialization.  It doesn't mean the next generation is incapable of going old school, (ie - giant checkers), but if it is already in your hands - how awesome to come up with a program that motivates exercise and social skills.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

respect ...

As my husband and I set out to celebrate our 'actual' anniversary, we departed from the local airport with several service men and women. We fundamentally speak of our appreciation to our military personnel for defending our freedom and liberties, but as I sat there holding back emotions witnessing a little girl in tears as she clutched her mother amid reassurances and farewells, all the while a young man with precise brevity, swiftly hugged his mom, shook his father's hand, and quickly kissed his bride, whispering to her "I love you babe"; "thank you" seemed so grossly inadequate. Throughout our weekend of shopping, eating, and enjoying the latest Star Trek movie, I thought of all those young men and women heading to Kuwait. My thoughts, my silent prayers, and yes, a 'thank you' went to these fellow Americans.
But more, my utmost respect for what they do in an effort to bring civility to our world.