Brought this old dog home on Monday, January 9. Heard about a group of Shelties needing a home for old dogs. Since my dog and I are old, I rushed right down. Her name is Hope, but I call her Hopie.
Commentary
This was the original category for journalistic writing for the first of Ginny’s photo classes. I kept it up as a journal while taking some of her other classes. The subheadings were class topics of various other classes I attended. There is quite a span of time when I didn’t add anything here, and most of the photos for her classes were printed—I have piles of them. This category used to be called “Photo Classes” because the posts were more like a journal. I made this category into one of the subheadings under the “Photo Classes” heading. Some of this writing is sickeningly personal and totally not newsworthy.
Community
December 1 = November 30 late at night. I have about three hours tomorrow and Friday to get my final “Focus on Yourself” photo class day done. I realize I have no trouble focusing on myself. It is all I have to focus on. So according to the class notes, I need to pick from “Community,” “Landscape,” or “Dreams.”
Contemplating a cold
I am sick with a runny nose. If I didn’t blow my nose and sop it up with a tissue every few minutes, would it keep on draining out and fill a bucket?
Ferry on Thanksgiving Day
Lots of nice people at the ferry today. I can’t believe I was driving to work at 4:55 am. Some people said, “Thank you for working today.” Mr. Rosecrantz one of the town politicians came through and I mentioned to him that I knew who he was and he said, “You can see me every Sunday at church.” I cringe.
Our books are published
Christine got them at the printer. Says they are beautiful. The printer is proud of them. They got a new machine and amazingly enough Christine is happy with the color. All it took was a new machine. I am happy to know it was not my work that made it look as awful as I heard it was. Anyway the printer wanted to know who designed it and Christine gave us both due praise, her photographs and my design, although she really loves to be involved as she should in more than “just” photography.
Sixteen things…almost
Off to school today, no radio, quiet, I’m going out to feed the chickens.
Beffa Died
A Sort of Eulogy
October 15, 6 days after Beffa died: I opened my half gallon of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream and thought of Beffa. She used to call or stop by, climb my stairs and knock and send Tippy into a twirl and ask me if I would like to eat some ice cream with her if she brought it over, and she would go to Aldrich’s and get two half gallons, I’d get us bowls and put a little from each flavor. She would tell me I had to keep it so I did. Today I thought of her and I’m sad. I will always think about her and ice cream that I bought at Aldrich’s.
Back to the 50’s we go
So maybe the harsh reaction of yesterday is related to the sickening outrage I feel over the election results, that he who must not be named is now going to be president. It has all been said by people much more eloquent and smart than I, so I won’t try to add anything to the descriptions of the future we are all in for. The fact that the country is going to go back to the 50’s and start all over again to combat racism, sexism, intolerance hate and bigotry (to only mention a few).