So, I totally enjoyed my photography fieldtrip yesterday. Mary is used to me driving around, and suddenly pulling over to take a picture of a mound of grass. "Mommy, why are you taking a picture of that?", she says every time. "okay, then let ME-eee take a picture!", she shouts as she unbuckles herself. "Okay, but do it quickly, the propane truck is coming and this is a one-lane road!", I shout back at her. "Mimi, Honey....hurry, he's coming!", I shout again. "What? I'm just taking a picture", she says while squinting and holding her finger over the silver button but not pressing it down until the right moment. She will absolutely NOT press that little button until the picture is just right for her. And when she finally presses it, she has to see how it turned out, by finding it in the memory which includes a series of other buttons. Luckily, the Propane Guy was friendly, and waited patiently for me to put it in drive after she finally clicked.
I rewarded her for her stellar photography skills, with an Airhead and a small jug of orange juice from AJ's.
AJ's market, where you can buy enough sandwiches to feed all of Alexander Valley's hungriest, and enough beer to get them all drunk on a Friday afternoon. I'm just making assumptions by the amount of beer I've seen carried out by the locals. How DO you carry a 24 pack and 8 sandwiches without dropping your keys? Only one of the great mysteries of Geyserville.
If I ever get the nerve, I'll take pictures of the customers and their goods. I'm always fascinated, but I don't want to tag myself as being totally insane....yet.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
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Well, you don't have an email address on your profile, so I'll comment here. Why are you discouraged?You're a good writer with a sense of humor. I enjoy reading you.
And the journal thing, I so get. I buy journal all the time, but I don't write in them, because I can't stand to read what I've written. I'm destructively critical of myself and the idea that anyone else may read it, well that just makes my little head explode.
But somehow the internet is different, and I don't know why. Maybe it's the letting go.
Anyway, I'll stop before I start talking about my inner child or something. Just keep your chin up. And hey, You should send something in to the Carnival. Your stuff is PERFECT for that. I mean it.You don't have to write anything new, you can send in this post. The address is at my place and send it asap.
Oh yeah, but not the first paragraph- we don't do any politics or news or entertainment or stuff like that, just mundane every day stuff. :-) I agree with that first paragraph though- a couple of hours with a house full of pregnant ladies is just what George W. deserves.
Well done.
After reading the other comments I feel left out of Left-Wing Harrangues!
Oh well. Good job.
I know just how it is waiting for that perfect moment to shoot and love how that translates into suspense with a propane truck. Well done.
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