Saturday, May 22, 2004
Photo Friday Entry : Macro
Hunny and I took a walk around the neighborhood this morning, with camera in hand. I had no idea what I would come up with for many reasons. Mainly, I still don't know what I'm doing with this camera. But also because Hunny's a dog and she has a tendency to startle creatures of the earth from her dangling dog tags alone. But as it turned out, Hunny was an amazing assistant.
Every time I stopped to take close-ups of grass, dirt, flower petals, bees and this bright-white butterfly, Hunny sat quietly and patiently. We followed a few bees and stalked the butterfly. And each time we needed to move to get closer, I whispered, "Here Hunny. Right here. Wait." And she did.
I took a few of her. But I was still on the macro-thing. So, I opted not to post them because they are so close up, it's a little freaky. But now I have proof that Hunny does indeed have long, thick, blonde eyelashes. My little beauty.
Birthday News :
This has been an incredible birthday month so far - and it's still not even my birthday! I received two thoughtful e-cards already [thank you Mia and Sharky. I love you both.] I hooked up my DVD player today, which of course, was a whole to-do, having to rearrange things to make room for the new shiny toy. I signed up with Netflix the other night and got confirmation that my first three DVDs had been sent yesterday. They arrived today! Zippideedoodah-Zippideeay!
A sweet email from SloMo explained that my birthday package might arrive late. [::perk:: Birthday package, for me?] What do you think was stinking up all the mailboxes downstairs this afternoon? That's right. Not late. On time. Early even! A gorgeous picture frame that I can't even begin to explain. I'll take pics in daylight. Thank youSloMo. Je t'adore.
This must be the year of the dragonfly. Because not only does SloMo's gift have one, but Carly's card had many dragonfly stickers all over the envelope. Inside, another dragonfly! I was moved to near-tears. Thank you, my dear friend Carly.
Do my AOL-J friends know me, or what?
Perhaps the most memorable gift of all arrived in the mail earlier this week. In my [almost] 36 years on this planet, I cannot recall one birthday, holiday or event where my father wrote to me. Every card was always bought and signed by my mother - from both of them. But I always wondered if he even knew about them. It always seemed like he was just as surprised and excited as we were on Christmas morning when my brother and I opened our gifts. This year, my mom emailed me to say she was sending something from dad. I requested that it come directly from him. A few days later, the card arrived. From my dad. In his handwriting. There's no mistaking his writing. I haven't seen or talked to him in over ten years.
This is a happy birthday.