I had this great post all ready to go today. My husband and I went on a 7+ mile walk meandering around the city, past a cemetery that I love, with a stop at a coffee shop we’ve never been to before. There was a sign from the 1920s and some cool mural art. So cool. I wish I could post it here. Alas, my phone decided to eat those pictures. Stupid technology. I hate it when stuff like that happens.
Once upon a time, I didn’t rely on my iPhone for pictures of our meandering adventures. I took pictures with a real camera. And by real, I mean one of those that requires a roll of film in order to get a picture.
I remember driving to my favorite film developer, dropping the film off, waiting impatiently for the film to be done, driving back to pick up the film, enthusiastically ripping the envelope apart right away to look at the pictures, sometimes being disappointed with some of the shots, and then at some point putting the pics into a photo album. I put every. single. picture into a photo album. I have 20 such albums sitting in a closet in my house.
Eight years ago we bought a digital camera and we created a Flickr account. This is the status of my last, and as yet unfinished, photo album:
Every photo past that point is on Flickr (please Flickr, don’t ever scare me like you did a few years ago when we all thought you were closing up your doors).
At least my iPhone can’t delete those pics. And maybe I’ll even finish that album one of these days. :D
I’m over winter this year. As I have documented previously, I’m not a fan of snow. Yes, I realize this is good moisture for the ground, but I prefer that in the form of warm rain in the summer.
I recently saw this article about alternative uses for a waffle maker. Sorry, I cannot presently find it, but we finally experimented with the recipes and here’s what we came up with:
Everyone agreed they were delish, so as far as breakfast foods, this one’s a keeper.
For fixings we used onions, ham, bacon, asparagus, cheese, and green chile. We put the stuff on the hot waffle maker, then poured the egg mixture over, sprinkled salt and pepper and then peeked occasionally until they looked done.
The only drawback was that the finished product didn’t pop off the waffle maker super easily.
So this happened. After a long and arduous Urgent Care visit, the X-rays came back with the news that there is no break, only a sprain. Thank goodness, but I get to wear this beauty for a while.
So I did this this thing where I went roller-skating with my kids and some of our friends. And then I did this thing where I fell on my butt. And then I used my right hand to stop my fall, because why not, right? And so, well, typing with my right hand? Not so much. Did I mention that the primary method of communication at my job is via text?
But roller skating was really fun:) I think it’s been at least 25 years since the last time I was at a roller rink and I would definitely do it again.
In case you don’t feel sorry enough for me, here is a picture of my sad bandaged hand resting on the keyboard it can’t use.
Today I was digging through drafts I’ve written and left sit unpublished. I thought it’d be fun to tidy one up and post it. This one was a post I wrote during a #postaday challenge. I think the prompt was:
Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?
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“Can you make something non-functional?” I was talking to my ceramics instructor my first year in college and he thought I had made enough bowls, plates, and mugs. I really had made more plates, mugs, bowls, and any type of container than I knew what to do with and everyone I knew got some of my work for Christmas that year. But I liked making functional things!
I signed up for the class partly because of my interest in crafty artsy things and partly because the husband of my cousin taught the class and he was a really cool guy. I wasn’t terribly happy at school so I wanted to at least do something. So ceramics class it was. And choir, choir was awesome too.
Since I do like artsy crafty things, I knew I would enjoy the class, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be any good at it. I’m still not sure if I was any good at it, but I really enjoyed it and in that first year away from home it was about the only thing that brought me joy. I’d spend extra time in the studio throwing pots, getting incredibly muddy, and having the time of my life.
That being said, I was pretty snarky about the assignment to make something non-functional. After tons and tons of whining I came up with what I called The Black Box. It was really just that, a black glazed block of ceramic slab about a foot and a half high, 5 inches wide and 8 or so inches deep. I even made up a story about it, you know, so I could be like a real artist. And then I went back to making plates and bowls.