I hope your weekend was a pleasant one. Sunday nights for me, as I’m sure they are for most, are bittersweet. Tomorrow begins the work week all over again, and then it will be another weekend that I’m longing for.
My husband had the Number 2 horse for the Derby on Saturday. And that’s where it came in: number 2. He didn’t bet real money on it though, so that’s good. He’s always been a pretty good handicapper, though.
A good friend moved this weekend and I remember telling her last week that I’d be around on Sunday to see if she needed help setting stuff up. It wasn’t until around 2:30 in the afternoon on Sunday that I remembered however, and I was driving home from the hospital in Philly. I hate it when I forget stuff like that.
I think it comes with age, though so I’ll cut myself some slack lest I begin to feel like a total loser.
After visiting my brother in the hospital, I came home and rolled around in the grass on the lawn for awhile.
The grass needs cutting again and I wanted to capture the buttercups.
And maybe a few spent dandelions.
And you know what?
I’ll tell you what. It made me feel a little better.
When I take pictures from the ground like this, I bring out a blanket and a pillow. I put the Joby gorillapod on the camera (it’s a little flexible tripod) and I sometimes use the pillow for extra height if I need it.
So now you see how terribly scientific it all is.
Tonight we watched 60 Minutes. They had a segment devoted to the oil slick that’s heading directly for the coastline where our friends live, where we just visited a month ago. It’s shocking and depressing and like my brother’s illness, I am completely helpless to do anything about it. Except hate it.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Until tomorrow, my friends . .