My parents have a Sunday morning tradition to meet their friends at Starbucks. Since there is one just three blocks from the house, the three of us walked up there and back again.
I snapped this shot on the way back to the house. T’was a wee bit chilly this morning, by southern California standards, so it’s either the cold or the weight of the world you see on Mom’s shoulders. Likely a bit of both.
Dad’s physical therapist came today. Given that I have not seen my father standing on his own in months and months, today was a wonderful day.
Jason checking Dad’s vitals. Everything looked good!
Jason explaining all the benefits of working his legs to Dad, and priming the pump, so to speak.
He’s up! Basically Dad did this on his own steam, with minimal support from Jason. Mom and I each took turns assisting Dad to make sure we did it right.
Jason says Dad needs to get up every half hour, and I have designated myself the job of taskmaster . . . at least until I leave on Tuesday.
It was a good trip to L.A. this weekend. Dad is looking good, he is genuinely smiling, and he has put on some weight. He’s still pretty weak and he’s got a lot of physical therapy in his future, but I’m feeling optimistic. They got him out of bed and into an ortho-chair today which meant we could go outside for some fresh air and Dad could visit with Ta-Shi!
Dad, Mom and Ta-Shi
I actually took this one yesterday, but today’s been so full of family and other activities, that I’m posting this one for today’s photo. From left to right: Sweetie, Me, Daughter and her fiancé.
The flannel sheets are on our bed, the swamp cooler put to bed for the winter, the dog’s heated water bowl has been plugged in to keep their water from freezing, and today we started working on winterizing their dog house. I pulled all the blankets and dog beds out into the yard, shook them out and ran the blankets through the washer. The final step will be to replace the plastic flap doors that help keep out the cold and wet.
Buddy on alert!
Dirty-faced Nina!
My daughter and her fiancé came over yesterday (Day 294). The plan was to shoot her, but daughter also asked me to shoot him, even though he wasn’t prepared clothing-wise for it. And, of course, I had to shoot two of them together. It was great practice for me and fun for them. Feel free to browse my gallery over at SmugMug to see a lot more from this shoot.
Our beautiful daughter.
Same shot but in Black & White.
Our soon-to-be Son-in-Law.
The happy couple .
Kissy-face.
Ah, love . . .
Having some fun.
Yes, he’s a big boy. Go Wolf Pack!
Daughter and her fiance were supposed to come over this weekend for some portraits, but they couldn’t make it. Sweetie kindly consented to being my model.
He’s such a good sport!
And then he invited me to join the party . . .
This week’s photo challenge is “Mine.” There isn’t much I consider mine. Not really.
I have possessions, but all of them can be swept away at any time.
The bank still owns this.
There are fleeting moments I wish were “mine.”
We have creatures who share our lives . . . but are they mine?
The way she orders me around, there is no way she’s “mine.”
This one lets me share “her” bed.
She turned me into a middle-aged woman with a little dog, but Miss “You have to wrestle me to the ground to clip my nails” is not mine.
My loyal boy is not “mine” either.
Fruit of my womb, and I’ll love her until the end of time, but definitely not “mine.”
Love of my Life. We said, “I do,” but we don’t own each other. We share our lives.
There is just one thing that is really and truly mine.
Me.
Carissa Snedeker Photography 