Pictures of you, pictures of me
(hung up on my wall for the world to see)
It's been a whole fortnight in the New Year and there's been an awful lot going on and at the same time so little or so complex that I haven't been able to bring myself to write an update.
My birthday was ... unusual. Turns out that while I was super psyched about it at the beginning of December and having all sorts of crazy ideas about what I could do (I had my heart quite set on the idea of having a proper piñata and everything), things went downwhill quickly and I just kind of lost interest in celebrating at all. In the end it was a good weekend, and I got to spend the day with most everyone that I wanted there.
The following seven days just kind of went by in a blur. We had a very quiet New Year's Eve and _New Year's Day at home, then it was just trying to get in the mind set of going back to work. I would have succeeded too, except I spent all of the following week battling first a cold from hell then a very bad stomach infection complete with two full days in bed with a high fever. Now, if you know anything about me then you know that I am not one to ask for help even though I may need it badly - so it means something that I asked my friend P for help getting food as soon as I felt that I could keep it down and it definitely means a bit more when she didn't come through.
I didn't get mad, mind you, I was just horribly disappointed - not because of the stupid chicken soup (I wound up being well enough to get it myself the next day), but because even though I was sick and completely unable to get out of bed for two whole days (the last time that happened, I had a freaking baby) she simply could not be bothered to call or check in on me or even ask how I was doing. It didn't help that B was incredibly quick to point P's shortcomings while at the same time proving himself equally unwilling to step up and help me. In general, it's not easy for me to admit to being weak or vulnerable and after this I think it will be quite a while before I admit to needing a hand again. Things between P and me have been icy since and while she seems to realize that I'm upset about something, she hasn't tried to address it.
Once I was able to be out and about somewhat independently, I went to the university to meet the girls I'll be playing with this weekend. We weren't able to get much of a practice going because there were only three of us and I was still too weak to run routes or anything, but it was a full moon and I had my camera with me.
Both pictures have flaws; the idea that I wanted to capture is there but the execution is not and there is something missing. I think it may be time to start looking for my next camera.
It's been a whole fortnight in the New Year and there's been an awful lot going on and at the same time so little or so complex that I haven't been able to bring myself to write an update.
My birthday was ... unusual. Turns out that while I was super psyched about it at the beginning of December and having all sorts of crazy ideas about what I could do (I had my heart quite set on the idea of having a proper piñata and everything), things went downwhill quickly and I just kind of lost interest in celebrating at all. In the end it was a good weekend, and I got to spend the day with most everyone that I wanted there.
The following seven days just kind of went by in a blur. We had a very quiet New Year's Eve and _New Year's Day at home, then it was just trying to get in the mind set of going back to work. I would have succeeded too, except I spent all of the following week battling first a cold from hell then a very bad stomach infection complete with two full days in bed with a high fever. Now, if you know anything about me then you know that I am not one to ask for help even though I may need it badly - so it means something that I asked my friend P for help getting food as soon as I felt that I could keep it down and it definitely means a bit more when she didn't come through.
I didn't get mad, mind you, I was just horribly disappointed - not because of the stupid chicken soup (I wound up being well enough to get it myself the next day), but because even though I was sick and completely unable to get out of bed for two whole days (the last time that happened, I had a freaking baby) she simply could not be bothered to call or check in on me or even ask how I was doing. It didn't help that B was incredibly quick to point P's shortcomings while at the same time proving himself equally unwilling to step up and help me. In general, it's not easy for me to admit to being weak or vulnerable and after this I think it will be quite a while before I admit to needing a hand again. Things between P and me have been icy since and while she seems to realize that I'm upset about something, she hasn't tried to address it.
Once I was able to be out and about somewhat independently, I went to the university to meet the girls I'll be playing with this weekend. We weren't able to get much of a practice going because there were only three of us and I was still too weak to run routes or anything, but it was a full moon and I had my camera with me.
Both pictures have flaws; the idea that I wanted to capture is there but the execution is not and there is something missing. I think it may be time to start looking for my next camera.