1. My windshield is covered. Did you know that bugs like to come out at dusk? Did you know that I drive home at dusk? I can't see out my windshield. Driver's beware.
2. My sister got glasses. When she was up here, she squinted a lot. We told her she would have to get glasses but she didn't believe us.
3. I was dizzy when I first got my glasses. I could see a distance but my feet looked like they were detached. It was really trippy. Literally.
4. I first knew I had to get glasses because I couldn't see a stop sign except for the color and shape. Actually, more just the color and approximate height. I had no idea what shape it was because it was so blurry.
5. I really wish I had more energy to put into all the different hobbies I enjoy.
6. I really wish I had more time to put into all the different hobbies I enjoy.
7. Maybe I should have fewer hobbies.
8. I take that back. I love all my hobbies. That's why they're hobbies. I'm just not good at balancing everything.
9. I don't like to eat breakfast. My doctor is now telling me I am going to have to eat breakfast.
10. I'm tired. So this is rambling. I haven't written in awhile because of 5 and 6. Have a good night. And if I don't see you, good morning and good afternoon and good evening. Yeah, it's butchered but it's not morning.
FFR
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
The Impossible
We're going to have a serious post today. Just something I've been thinking of. I just want to talk today.
When I was a kid, nothing was impossible. Even if it was "impossible" it was never outside the realm of possibility. Like driving 65mph would take us 70 miles in an hour instead of 65. That kind of impossible. A lot of other impossibles too. I always thought that even if someone said it couldn't be done, my mom and I could make it happen. I think that's because most of the time, she made stuff happen. Anyone else have moms like that? Who magically make stuff happen? We were never rich, we lived on a strict budget but still, we had the horses. That's a crazy expensive hobby! For me, the impossible never existed because my mom would just...make it happen.
As I've gotten older, I've gotten more jaded, like I'm sure a lot of you have experienced. The realm of impossible is so much bigger than it was. There's mathematically impossible, there's unrealistically impossible...so many different impossibilities. Still, I'd like to think that I spend less time living in "impossible" than "possible". I don't know how a lot of stuff gets done, I don't know how Working Man and I manage to pull some things off but...there it goes again. It's technically impossible, but it works still.
So many things I've seen us manage to pull through, through the impossible. I try not to dwell on things too much and leave possibility open. I can stress all I want about something that simply can't happen, or I can sit back and watch it happen. The latter is far more fun. It never fails to leave me stunned that it worked, that the impossible became possible. History is full of "impossible" odds. Yet, we are still surprised that we should see the "impossible" happening in our own little worlds.
All of us just need to have a little more faith is all. Just because we're all aware of the odds and all aware that 2+2=4, doesn't mean that reality doesn't sometimes get a nudge and 2+2=5. I'll continue living every day with faith and hope that it grows and eventually reaches the point it was when I was a kid. I haven't been disappointed yet.
What could you have a little more faith for today?
Pondering,
FFR
When I was a kid, nothing was impossible. Even if it was "impossible" it was never outside the realm of possibility. Like driving 65mph would take us 70 miles in an hour instead of 65. That kind of impossible. A lot of other impossibles too. I always thought that even if someone said it couldn't be done, my mom and I could make it happen. I think that's because most of the time, she made stuff happen. Anyone else have moms like that? Who magically make stuff happen? We were never rich, we lived on a strict budget but still, we had the horses. That's a crazy expensive hobby! For me, the impossible never existed because my mom would just...make it happen.
As I've gotten older, I've gotten more jaded, like I'm sure a lot of you have experienced. The realm of impossible is so much bigger than it was. There's mathematically impossible, there's unrealistically impossible...so many different impossibilities. Still, I'd like to think that I spend less time living in "impossible" than "possible". I don't know how a lot of stuff gets done, I don't know how Working Man and I manage to pull some things off but...there it goes again. It's technically impossible, but it works still.
So many things I've seen us manage to pull through, through the impossible. I try not to dwell on things too much and leave possibility open. I can stress all I want about something that simply can't happen, or I can sit back and watch it happen. The latter is far more fun. It never fails to leave me stunned that it worked, that the impossible became possible. History is full of "impossible" odds. Yet, we are still surprised that we should see the "impossible" happening in our own little worlds.
All of us just need to have a little more faith is all. Just because we're all aware of the odds and all aware that 2+2=4, doesn't mean that reality doesn't sometimes get a nudge and 2+2=5. I'll continue living every day with faith and hope that it grows and eventually reaches the point it was when I was a kid. I haven't been disappointed yet.
What could you have a little more faith for today?
Pondering,
FFR
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Spring Flowers and such
On Sunday the weather was finally decent. Have I mentioned that I've seen the sun a couple times already this week? I thought I should let you know. It's a very important development. Aaaaaanyway, I managed to talk Working Man into being my mule and hauling around my camera equipment at the Arboretum and we spent a couple hours ruining my left eye's ability to see.
No really, after I take pictures for awhile, my left eye can't see in anything but blur. It's really annoying. It's like having something over your eye you can't get rid of. I keep trying to train myself to keep both eyes open but this has been like trying to write with my left hand. It's not permissible in court. But that's neither here nor there. Today is about the pretty spring flowers. The arboretum is in partial bloom. It's a fine line between partial bloom, full bloom, and just green because it's not flowering anymore. So I'm a little early, but better that than late. I've got a few pictures to add to my portfolio. And I recognize, again, my need for a macro lens for this type of work. It's just so expensive! Why are all my hobbies so expensive?
I wonder if I could convince Working Man to do it again this weekend. Something to ponder. Then again, I'll probably be too busy. Maybe riding the bike. If it's not raining.
Just my luck,
FFR
No really, after I take pictures for awhile, my left eye can't see in anything but blur. It's really annoying. It's like having something over your eye you can't get rid of. I keep trying to train myself to keep both eyes open but this has been like trying to write with my left hand. It's not permissible in court. But that's neither here nor there. Today is about the pretty spring flowers. The arboretum is in partial bloom. It's a fine line between partial bloom, full bloom, and just green because it's not flowering anymore. So I'm a little early, but better that than late. I've got a few pictures to add to my portfolio. And I recognize, again, my need for a macro lens for this type of work. It's just so expensive! Why are all my hobbies so expensive?
I wonder if I could convince Working Man to do it again this weekend. Something to ponder. Then again, I'll probably be too busy. Maybe riding the bike. If it's not raining.
Just my luck,
FFR
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunset and the "Ocean"
On Thursday, on my drive over the "ocean" I took some pictures, not just of the water, but of the sunset. It really was stunning. Too bad I couldn't just pull over. The cops you know, they frown on the whole stopping in the middle of traffic thing. I still don't understand why.
Ooooh.
Aaaah.
Booooootiful.
I love the sun and the sky. Well, for now. I really don't like the sun when we get to summer. Then I really just want the clouds back. In my defense, I like the clouds in winter too. I just like to see the sun once in awhile. Basically, I want to see the sun when I'm going to ride the bike. Otherwise...I'd rather have cold and cloudy. I really should have lived in Oregon.
Out of place,
FFR
Ooooh.
Aaaah.
Booooootiful.
I love the sun and the sky. Well, for now. I really don't like the sun when we get to summer. Then I really just want the clouds back. In my defense, I like the clouds in winter too. I just like to see the sun once in awhile. Basically, I want to see the sun when I'm going to ride the bike. Otherwise...I'd rather have cold and cloudy. I really should have lived in Oregon.
Out of place,
FFR
Monday, March 28, 2011
The one where we all say, "Duh!"
I show you the above picture for the fireplace on the left. It's just a hint. We really don't take pictures of the fireplace primarily because it's painted white. The sister house down the road from us has the same fireplace but the previous owners didn't paint it white. What...the...deuce man! For years, we have lived with this unbearable eye sore in our house. Avoiding thinking about it except to say, "One day we'll clear everything out of the room and sand blast it back to it's original coloring."
Then, out of nowhere, MIL J suddenly has a stroke of brilliance. "If they painted it, why can't we?" Ooooooh. So obvious now. And much less messy. She began painting and painting and hey, we got our fireplace back!
The first few layers.
Already it looks a million times better.
Now with the addition of black and green.
The finished product with red and sealer. One of these days, we're going to put tile on the mantle and hearth but not yet.
No duh,
FFR
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