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There weren’t torrents of rain or a big flood, but it still feels like a whole new world if you cross your eyes and look at it like one of those 3D drawings.

It’s been 40 days and 40 nights since I smoked a cigarette. I needed to tell you that because it’s something I’m pretty proud of, and I’m trying to practice positive reinforcement with myself. Also, there are other willpower-requiring things I’d like to do now that I’m no longer enslaved by nicotine and unable to draw a clean breath. I’d like to give the whole plant-based eating thing another shot, and I’d like to start walking a few days a week. I’m not going to make any resolutions, but I am going to start doing better. It is, after all, that time of year. It’s also about six months until mandatory swimsuit time, and this year I’d like to not scare people. Continue reading “There weren’t torrents of rain or a big flood, but it still feels like a whole new world if you cross your eyes and look at it like one of those 3D drawings.”

Today’s episode brought to you by Doose’s Market

I didn’t drop off the face of the planet, I just dropped the ball a bit on this everyday blogging thing. Just so you know, I have about a hundred episodes excuses. So here’s what you need to know about the last three days in my life: Continue reading “Today’s episode brought to you by Doose’s Market”

Dear BJ

Until a few days ago, I hadn’t seen or talked to you since I was a teenager.

Back then, I think, I needed you. You were what I needed when I needed it, and you were in a position that let you be there to chat whenever I sought you out. I don’t remember you saying much or even offering much in the way of advice, but you must have been a good listener or I wouldn’t have felt so comfortable chatting you up and confiding my junior-high-aged problems. Continue reading “Dear BJ”

Favorites, without (specific) explanations

These books are my favorites. They changed who I was or what I thought was beautiful. They gave me insights and things to write on my bathroom mirror. They made me think or ask questions about things I’d never before been curious about. They made me laugh and/or distracted me when I most needed a diversion. Read them if you get the chance. And for the love of god, if you’re judging me on the contents of this list, don’t tell me.

The World According to Garp
A Prayer for Owen Meany
The Cider House Rules
The Great Gatsby
Lonesome Dove
The Secret Life of Bees
The Stand
We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Eat, Pray, Love
Ready Player One
The Thirteenth Tale

Technical difficulties

It’s been a “finally fix the fucking software” kind of day over here, but it ain’t done yet. I thought the worst of it was going to be this morning and this afternoon when I was in repeated chats with Adobe trying to get my old version of Photoshop to install on the PC. But alas, no.

As the evening has progressed, it has become clear that software problems are the least of my worries. Evidently, my monitor has finally bit the dust after more than ten years, and now I have no idea how I’m going to get the color right on photo edits. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that the monitor was beyond help until I’d already spent more than two hours trying to make pictures I’d already edited look like I knew they were supposed to look. I’d like very much to have that time back, but again, no.

My next step will be digging the smaller monitor my brother gave me a year or so ago out of the closet. Maybe–by some miracle–the thing will actually work and I won’t have to spend money I don’t have buying a new one.

The Drama

I think it to myself sometimes: wouldn’t it be amazing to go back to high school and know what I know now? The mom of the senior I photographed the other day said it out of the blue and I could only smile and agree. Her kid, meanwhile, looked at us like we were both crazy old people who’d forgotten what it was like to actually be in high school. Continue reading “The Drama”

One hell of a dream

When it snows, I want to be home under one of my fluffy homemade afghans, sipping my vanilla almond tea and enjoying a good book. I do not want to be driving around town, and I most certainly don’t want to be thinking about the necessity of going out yet again later on when the step-daughter finally gets done at work. Nevertheless, that is my life tonight, and I am, admittedly, a tad resentful. Continue reading “One hell of a dream”