New lens, and, of course, I have to play with it! Canon EF 40mm f/2.8.
Sweetie doing his best hand modeling for some chili mix he got in the mail from Greater Good. You all don’t get to see his goofy side that often.
Alongside our house, on the other side of the backyard fence, sits Sweetie’s Hobie Cat, a small sailboat he has owned since he was a young man. Unfortunately, we haven’t had the boat on any water since 1997, and since we’ve moved here in 2001 the boat has been at the mercy of the elements. It’s hull has a hole that needs repair, and it’s trampoline is shredded from the harsh Nevada sun and wind. The chances of it ever being sea-worthy again are slight. One of these days, Sweetie is going to call someone to haul it away.
In this room, I sat on my father’s lap as he watched the Friday Night Fights. In this room, I learned how to whistle. In this room, I listened to the Beach Boys singing “In My Room,” when this room was my brother’s bedroom. In this room I went through a few months of twenty-year-old angst, when it was my bedroom.
From this room, I bolted from my slumber this morning as my mother yelled for help as Dad slipped towards the floor as he tried to transition from his bed to his scooter. Between Mom’s and my efforts, Dad didn’t fall. But I worry. I’ll be out of here tomorrow and the home health aide isn’t back until Thursday.
But . . . still . . . this is a peaceful room. And it will always be “The Den.”
Well, I did it.
366 days. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving, but this blog will take a different turn.
Happy New Year, everyone!
It’s wickedly cold and expected to get colder. We had a winter storm blow through last night which dropped about 2-3 inches (though not as much in my neighborhood). The roads are icy and given it’s a slow week at work (all of my bosses are out of the office), I’ve gotten dispensation to work from home. Earlier today I took a few minutes outside with my camera to capture the snow.