Day 2 Day radishes

April 30/ week in a life

I must fess up that the cherry blossoms at the top are not in my yard.  They were out in the countryside. 

 

April 29/red truck

 

April 28/ Positive story telling

http://www.meridianmagazine.com/ideas/100426dismantlingprint.html

Above is a link of a speech about story telling and culture.  It is long, but I think important.  

 I am aware of the baby s.  

April 27/ Bones are alive

Have a good day.  Appreciate your barns.  

 I will eventually return to writing.  April is a busy month.  I thought that when my children left home,April would be relaxing.  Not so, everyone wants to finish things up in April so they can really get down to the business of May .  

 

April 26/ George at T ball

This is six year old grandson George at T Ball.   

Been off the Internet for 24 hours.  Needed a new router.  Mr. Radish talked literally 2 hours yesterday with a Verizon man who in the end told him to go and buy a new machine.  This man was in Texas, although he was only allowed to say southern central United States.  But his accent said everything. Mr. Radish did not mind this as much as calling India because this man spoke our language.   This getting the Internet up and running took seven hours of Mr. Radish's time.   After fixing the routers and getting the computers to accept the router, he then had to bring mine back to life.  How do older single women cope?

I bet you want to kiss this boy.  I do.  But he is not too much into scrunchy kisses.  

April 24/ Watermelons

This takes care of two projects, Collage and a Week in the Life. I was think about this and if there was anything remarkable in the picture, and I thought oh there really was not except for setting the camera on the back of the seat to take a picture of me. Then I remembered. The watermelons. When I was a girl there were no baby watermelons. They were mammoth. It took a family to eat them. Now for all us emptynesters and singleeze we have watermelons the right size. But the old watermelons were goood. Mother made us eat them out side because the juices ran down our faces.
 

April 23/ the barns are dying

 This is a barn that I photoed  last year.  I have altered the photo a bit as challenged in my collage class.  I have to say I love the barn in nearly finished progress.

April 21/Photos of one topic or another.

For me this week is photography and little else.  Photography and meetings.  Yesterday I led one meeting that usually takes 90 minutes and kept it to 45.  Then I had a lunch meeting.  Speaking with women and visiting both hypes me up and wears me out.  To day is the dentist to find out about an implant.  

Here are some photos.   
 


 

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The grocery scene is at the QFC.  The boy is my grandson George.  And the two in the sepia are my daughter Meredith and son- in-law Duncan. I know I have two watermelon pics.      

April 20/ Day two of a Week in the Life.

 
 This is the second
day of the project a Week in Your Life.  I was asked by a friend if this was for me, my girls, or my grandchildren.  She said because maybe my relatives did not care about it.  And it is true, no one may care at all.  As I said before,  Mr. Radish and I threw many of his mother's scrapbooks away from trips she had taken. They were of no value to us.  We did not know or care about the people because there were no notations.  She was always in a group of thousands. I had to tell my friend I guess the project was for me. That took a little bloom off the rose.  

In the project there should be one picture of you a day.  It tells what your hair was like, what you were wearing etc.  So today I experimented with the self timer.  Hilarious.  A gentleman took a picture of me at the gym.  

One of the great rewards of this project is becoming more observant.  

Here is my lunch in progress at a new Mongolian Grill.  I loved it even though I really did not know how to do .   fis it.  
 

 

I can not write. It is seven pm and dinner is not started. My day was really busy with chores and potting plants for the church plant sale.

But I did have another ageing moment the other day. Margaret wanted us to have a picture of us, so we set up her tripod and went to it. We actually had a few pictures in which both of us looked acceptable to both of us. We had the camera on burst. and at the end of the last picture, we were both laughing so hard and I bent over from the laughing. So the camera captured me. It pictured the top of my head. I did not know that the top of your head could look totally old. Good thing I do not look at it except every ten years.

This is the first day of a week in your life and it is actually jammed packed.