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You know that moment when something goes wrong, when something happens, and before you have time to consider the implications or wallow in the muck, you kick into Mom-gear? In case you’re unaware, Mom-gear is the gear where you just start dealing and checking shit off your list? It’s the one right after high speed and right before exhaustion. I’ve had that week. Dodging curve-balls left and right and bobbing and weaving as the punches came my way. And now it’s Saturday and the universe isn’t showing any signs of letting up anytime soon. And yet, I managed two visits with my recuperating father (thank you for asking, he’s going to be fine). And two separate lunches with friends. One good long walk in the city of my childhood and two big jobs signed. My desk resembles my teenager’s room and we’re out of boxed macaroni and cheese. It’s a mess and I’m tired. But Niall is in the other room playing cards with Quinn and Jake is spending the night with his Dad. All’s well. And tomorrow, maybe, we’ll get some good news.

lost pictures

one of the pitfalls of a 365 project for me has been the pictures i overlook. sometimes the image i choose to represent any given day isn’t actually the best picture i made that day. looking through the archives is both a delight of forgotten moments and an embarrassment of photographic mistakes. occasionally i pick a day or a month and pour over the raw images. sometimes i process them. sometimes i re-process them. sometimes i send them to my mother. today i’m dreaming of summer and looking through lost images from last august.

 

 

 

As it Does,

the sun came up again and I put one foot in front of the other. Projects on the horizon have me preoccupied and I find myself more than a little anxious to move things along. Being acutely aware of how quickly my firstborn became a teenager I usually try not to hurry days. No small task for me.  Today I spent a few hours happily in the moment, however. Breakfast with a friend, in from away. Put your own oxygen mask on before assisting your young traveling companions . You’re no good to them if you can’t breathe.