Dear Blog World, I haven’t forgotten you.
I started the week with a to-do list that I was confident I would never be able to finish.
And then my laptop and I got into an argument mid-week (coincidently, mid-to-do-list). I decided it was time to end our 5-year relationship. I quickly rebounded with a new desktop, finished the to-do list, and ended the week on top.
In the midst of all this computer drama, I didn’t keep up with blogging and now I don’t know what photos I took when. I tried to keep take a photo every day, but everything is kind of jumbled.
So this is post is kind of a hodge-podge, mixed-match catch up sort of post. I’m kind of sorry. But I’m kind of not, because I think it will be fun and kind of a life lesson in disguise. It’s good to forget plans and live life as it comes every now and then.
Enjoy the carefree, date-less post!
We found a new (to us) local pizza place. It’s wonderful.
I’ve been taking pictures of patterns a lot lately. I told you about my strange photography phase in the last post.
Dustin and I were searching out frozen custard, and in the process of turning around in a store’s parking lot, we discovered the largest flea market/antique store in Missouri. We spent an hour browsing and only looked through a fourth of the store before it closed for the day. I bought this fun blanket, and we went back the next day. The best thing about this store is that there were a lot of really cool things, and very few “who bought this to begin with” things.
Our balcony has an increasing bird population. They like to play in our flowers and hang out on our railing. At first I thought it was some sort of strange fluke, but they’ve been back every day for almost a week.
One night this week I was playing with my camera on the balcony while talking to Dustin who was playing video games just inside the door.
The lighting was wonderful, and I was having fun taking photos of my plants, my dog, my balcony furniture. But let’s be honest, there’s a limited number of things one can take a photo of on a small balcony, so I at one point I was taking pictures of my feet with the grass in the background.
And then the lady who lives on the first floor drove up and asked if I was taking surveillance photos.
And at that point I realized that maybe what I was doing came across as extra-creepy.
I’m not creepy, I’m just weird. And awkward.
It’s really not a creepy photo.
Well, unless you think feet are creepy.
But I quit taking photos for the night, and I’ve been making an effort to be more conscious of my surroundings.
That’s my awkward story for the week. Have you had any sharable awkward moments lately?