Well, I've done some more work in the living room and kitchen. Now I can really go "oooh, that's nice" when I'm feeling low. There's still more to be done. It's become my creative outlet. Or, one of them.
I'm a recent fan of La Femme Nikita and Robert Mondavi's Private Selection Pinot Noir (2003). What has become of me? I've got to get this entry in quick so we can pick up where we left off last night in season two and bottle three.
My crushed fingernail fell off yesterday. Ick. It took five weeks for that to happen. I have a tiny new nail growing but I don't know what will happen next. I've never experienced this before. This, coupled with my itchy, cracked fingers, makes things tougher to deal with. My former cute hands are no longer cute. I'm not contagious but I'm even afraid to touch my own hands. They're not as cracked as they were. The itchies start to clear up for a few days then come back in the same places. I'm still not so sure what it is. But that's not what I want to focus on.
I'm not really sure what I want to focus on. I don't seem to have much focus at all. It's time to be more physically active. I have a permanent little inner tube around my waist and I don't plan on going swimming any time soon. I keep saying I want to do hikes in the mornings. Then morning comes and I don't wanna go anywhere till it's time to go to work. If I had a scheduled hike for work, I'd have to do it. That's what I need to plan.
OK but here's the thing with me ... I don't like to feel trapped in a schedule by specific time. But I need a timed schedule to get me moving. It kinda sucks no matter how I look at it. If I know I have to be somewhere by a certain time, I am usually late. I can try to trick myself into planning on arriving early but the inner me knows the real time and pushes to the last minute and beyond.
That's why I schedule my dogwalking in a certain time frame. No exact numbers. Dogpark is typically between 11 and 2. Depends on the day, traffic, amount of dogs, and my energy level. During summer I'd like to go on the early side. If I schedule a walk/hike before the park, I could definitely make that happen. Because once I'm out, I'm out.
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moving right along...
Andi and I went to Venice Saturday afternoon. I mean, walked the boardwalk and along the canals. We go to Venice like every day. It's just part of our neighborhood/area. Walking through the crowds though, is not something we do every day. It's not something I've ever liked to do. But Venice is where my heart is. So we made our way through. We ate at the Sidewalk Cafe. The early margarita helped me chill out. Crowds make me anxious.
On our walk back, we tried to hit the ocean but the wind was so strong, we were actually too cold to get on the sand. Instead we walked by the skater boys between the bike path and the boardwalk. Beautiful day. Beautiful fun.
I took some action shots of one guy who kept nailing some great tricks but because of where I was standing, I kept getting a nice shot of his ass.
Cool to see his deck in the air (calm down. read that again, slowly. I said deck). Anyway, by the time I changed positions to get his face, I was impressed by this other kid.
HellBoy. He kept trying to nail one trick right near me. I thought he was taking a break so I went to him to ask if he'd give me something to shoot. And the games began. All the boys wanted in. But this kid had what I was looking for in photos. Style, form, grace, experience. [note to self: email photos to the boys.]
[ ... HOURS LATER ... ]
I started writing when I got up this morning (like 8:30). I was looking through pictures trying to get the "perfect shot" to post. But they're all so fun, I couldn't choose. And they just need to be seen larger than I usually post in here. So I spent my entire day editing and trying new ways to share photos. Ultimately, AOL's You've Got Pictures is easiest for me at the moment. (be sure to view larger. it's worth it). It's also a great way to email the photos to the boys.
Dodger Boy was HellBoy's buddy. I have a soft spot for the sensitive little guys who try so hard. He really put his heart in his skating. I asked him if he wanted his pictures too. He answered with a big smile and a soft southern accent. Reminded me of Fishboy. I miss that little guy.