Hey, last week I finally managed to put 100 items in the shop! Considering all we’ve been through and all that has gone on over the past several months, it was a big deal to me, anyhow.
Not one to ignore milestones, I made sure it was a favourite:
This handsome (almost remarkably so, considering the car is unrestored) ’32 Packard remains one of the most memorable automobiles I’ve ever photographed. She was a lucky find at the end of a very long day!
One of my other loves being gardening, this morning I was overjoyed to find the first zinnia of the season blooming away. Hurrah! (Alas, the lens on my phone was apparently quite smudged, but life goes on. You get the idea, and I was/am so happy.)
Since we moved in so late in the year, we got the garden going even later (mid-June); with lots of unused space therein due to this fact, I decided to fill said space with flowers. Continue reading
Right now, my hometown pizza favourite, Little Caesar’s, is airing a terrifically funny commercial.
I actually do laugh out loud every time we see this. Also…Is anyone else wondering if the practical, thoughtful, and smart Mike Rowe was the inspiration for this ad?
Listening to the radio while working away this afternoon, my usual programming was interrupted by apparently super-important, earth-shattering, life-changing/affirming live coverage of…this.
Last week, I was listening to (the marvellous) Paul W. Smith broadcasting from my hometown while doing some morning work. At one point he began discussing the news that yet another Michigander, Kid Rock, was considering a run for Senate*, with (if I recall correctly) Free Press writer Kathleen Gray, and comments from still another Michigander (we’re everywhere, bwah ha ha!) political consultant Tom Shields:
…Shields said nothing surprises him about politics anymore.
…It wouldn’t matter that the rocker has a boatload of baggage, from frequent crude insults to a brief marriage to bombshell actress Pamela Anderson, to a picture he tweeted out just a few hours before his Senate tease, showing him flipping an unseen person the bird.
“Normal political baggage does not apply here. You’re not going to beat him because he dropped an F-bomb somewhere,” Shields said. “Traditional political rules don’t apply.”
Paul W. suggested the possibility—and he may not be far off the mark—that we may be entering an era in which only celebrities run for office, because normal people aren’t especially keen on having our lives aired out on every source of media 24/7. Continue reading
It’s an old saying, and a true one. The unspoken second part of this, though, may well be that a writer who isn’t writing is a writer beginning to go a bit antsy. That has been yours truly for a couple of years, after the whirlwind sale of our house (in 24 hours, with several offers) and moving (within 30 days) while looking for a new home (nope) ended up with our living in a windowless (almost entirely not kidding) apartment “for only about six or eight months, until we find something”…Six months that turned into two years. The best-laid plans…! We ended up buying acreage and building a carriage house, which we settled into by mid-May. But you can imagine that so much upheaval isn’t really conducive to writing (particularly the no windows bit, and again, that’s not completely hyperbole. What are architects about these days, anyhow? Certainly not human beings).
Our spring has been most eventful. The most eventful thing is something I’m simply not sure I’m ready to write about here—though if you know me, you know that I’ll probably decide I’m ready next week. (Women, right?) But even before we moved and everything else that has happened, I found myself thinking it was time to write again, that it’s something I, personally, simply need to do. After all, I’ve been wordsmithing since childhood. My husband agrees this will probably be a good thing for me to do, too.
So here we are! But some notes first. Continue reading
The Winged Lady
Well, the time is finally near—a week from tomorrow (Friday), we are putting our current house on the market! Despite my natural Felix Unger-like tendencies, that has meant a lot of throwing stuff out, a lot of packing, a little decluttering (mostly de-personalizing, really, as I’m violently allergic to clutter), and some extra-deep cleaning (happily, due to my previously noted proclivities, this is not actually difficult in any way; being mildly obsessive-compulsive has its benefits!).
I’ve been too busy actually working to blog, but Memorial Day is one thing I cannot in good conscience neglect.
Normally, I try to go out and get something extra-special for Memorial Day, in an effort to remind us of those men and women who have fallen in defense of our nation, in what Lincoln so aptly described as “the last full measure of devotion” to America and all she stands for.
Unfortunately, weather and other things have not cooperated this year (and I did not bring my camera to our church’s Memorial Day commemoration this morning)—a privilege I can claim as a photographer, something the men and women who have served and even died under this flag can never claim. Forget the post office; it’s America’s men and women in uniform who serve no matter how they feel, no matter what else is happening in their lives, under any condition, including conditions so horrendous you and I could not manage to think well, much less perform well. Yet they serve, they perform, and often in fashion beyond exemplary—some dying while doing so, many dying while protecting their brothers and even sisters in arms in the process.
It is these brilliantly brave men and women we in America honour today, those who have given their lives in service of our nation. Continue reading