So it’s Sunday morning and the house is still sleeping, my favorite time of the day. I have the heater going under the desk, a cup of coffee on the warming plate and no place I have to be this morning. We got a dusting of snow last night so while it’s gloomy and overcast there’s a coating of white on everything.
For the last several months I’ve been struggling to keep the blog going. Not because I don’t have anything to say but because I have this idea that I should always start a post with a picture. If you find my words boring at least you’ll have something to look at while you think “get to the point already”.
While I like playing in Photoshop Elements I have a beginner’s level of understanding so processing photos probably doubles or triples the time it takes me to post. Especially when winter’s short days means I’m either using the flash for indoor shots or setting up a complicated arrangement for a light box which takes more time.
I find the winter challenging from a photography standpoint. How many times can you take a picture of a sleeping cat or snow in your backyard and make it look like anything other than the other 11-billionty pictures you’ve posted.
If I could get the cats to do tricks or if I could transform them into sheep or llamas or even chickens, that would be a little different since not everyone can go to their local animal shelter and bring one home, but anyway, I can’t and they’ll never be anything but sleeping cats so I can either write and not give you photos or not write at all.
So I don’t post because I think you deserve photos to make up for the sloppy writing.
As an example, I had a good list for last week’s Ten on Tuesday, it’s all written and ready to go. I didn’t post it because I wanted to take pics of a few items. I ran out of time on Tuesday and then it was Wednesday and that was another disaster and Thursday and Friday were pretty much the same, and after that I reached the stage of “what’s the point?”
So no post, all the while I’m nagging myself that I’m neglecting the blog. I’ve reached the point in my head that I’ve considered whether I should take the blog down since I resent feeling like this is another obligation I have to meet or that I”m not doing a good job.
However, my interest has always been more in the writing than the photography, probably because I’m better at the first than the second, not great, just better.
Therefore as an alternative to taking down the blog, I’ve decided to absolve myself of all guilt about not giving you something pretty to look at, and just sit down and write. Feel free to move along, there’s nothing to see here, if you’re so inclined.
Since quiet time is over, I’m going to post Tuesday’s damn list so it doesn’t get wasted, like the other dozen posts sitting in draft waiting for pictures that were never taken. Imagine there’s a picture of a tea mug, a pen, a book and eyeliner illustrating it.
So there.
Ten on Tuesday
Ten things I couldn’t live without. Technically some of these aren’t “things” but when I thought about what makes my life richer these were the ten things that bubbled to the top first (people and pets excluded).
- My glasses. I’m blind as a bat.
- Moisturizer. It’s winter, the air is cold and dry. ‘Nuff said.
- Computer/internet. I suppose I really could live without it, but who wants to?
- Four-wheeled transportation. Bus service and bike lanes in this town are non-existent and work is 15 miles away. Yup, a car keeps me in clover.
- My favorite knitting scissors. They once got mixed up with others and while I got back a pair that looked identical they didn’t cut the same. I knew it with the first snip. I threw a hissy fit until they were returned. I’m not proud of my behavior, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
- Tea in the morning in my favorite mug.
- The sound of birds in the spring. To more fully appreciate your sense of hearing live with a person who’s going deaf.
- Good knives. Paring, cook’s, slicing, serrated. Out of the block of knives those are the four that get used every day. I have been known to wrap them in towels and take them on vacation with me since I’ve never seen a rental cottage that has a decent knife. Jack sharpens them by hand and the only time I’ve cut myself is when I don’t pay attention.
- Books. All kinds. I don’t own an e-reader and imagine I’d probably like it but in the end, I’d miss the heft and smell of a book, the tactile sense of turning pages, being able to pick it up, open it at any spot and start reading. If we replaced all our books with electronic editions, I’d have to remodel the house because there are bookshelves in every room excluding the bathrooms — if there were space I expect we’d slap up some shelves in there too. A dinosaur in the making over here.
- A good pen. My current favorite writes well, is easily replaceable, fits my hand. I had a fancy custom gold pen that was a thank you gift for a seminar discussion I once led. I carried that pen in my purse for 15 years until I lost the cap at the grocery store. I searched for half an hour but never found it and ended up throwing the pen away.
There’s a bunch more I came up with. My stash of course. Eyeliner. Chocolate. Walking shoes.
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