I don't understand why mirrors are so expensive
QOTD: "Sometimes the very young do not do as they are told."
I feel the compulsion to post, which probably means I'm burning my meatloaf.
Two nights ago I had a dream that I was driving around in a car that wasn't mine. My mom was with me and we stopped at a resort near the water. This wasn't our destination - our path was blocked. For some reason I started pushing a stool (very much like our auxiliary stool in the studio at work) up the road alongside the resort. I passed a white limo that had a thin plaque on it declaring that it was the property of or carrying some lieutenant colonel of the Air Force. The stool disappeared around then and I passed a large, protruding 3-section window (there's a name for this architecturally but I don't recall it) I heard the dull rapping of someone knocking on thick glass. I turned and saw the wing commander and vice on the inside of the window. The motioned for me to come inside. The commander came out a nearby door and invited me in. The vice said something from the other side of the window, but I couldn't make it out. I had him repeat it two more times until my ear was actually against the glass. He was asking me if I wanted any cake. There was a moderately large cake on the red cloth-covered table behind them. It was a yellow cake of some kind with a pink icing that seemed to have the viscosity of oatmeal that's just slightly too runny.
I declined, and immediately some women at tables just outside began to talk to my mom. They asked her if she'd gotten something or other and my mom seemed interested and said no. It was immediately apparent to me that they'd mistaken her for someone else, but I couldn't see how that was possible. The vice commander came out and talked to me and addressed the women with some kind of small talk and asked what one of the women was drinking. She told him and told him that it was her first drink, to which he responded (for some reason), "One drink a year sounds like enough, doesn't it?" as he looked at me. I said, "I suppose if it's strong enough." I don't remember much about the dream after that except that it was one of those social situations that you can't seem to release yourself from. I think that's why I woke up.
I discovered last night that of the seven years I've been on LJ, I've only made an entry on the Fourth of July twice. I thought that might be interesting in some way, but I couldn't come up with a reason why it would be any more interesting than most other days. Yesterday was my parents' 30th anniversary. I thought it was, but I wasn't sure... their 30th, that is. I didn't get them anything, which I feel bad about. My brother got them some cut flowers and tiny fireworks. I could've done at least as well but somehow failed to do so quite outright. I've never been especially good at managing familial obligations. I was never a good big brother. I wasn't a particularly good son. I definitely fall short in the grandson arena. I noticed recently that I tend to outperform people routinely and relatively flawlessly, but when I do mess up, I mess up unbelievably huge. Massive, impossibly uncorrectable mistakes. Gotta love these light-hearted entries.
I didn't catch any fireworks displays even though there were two very nearby and probably five I could've made it to. It would've been good since I haven't tried any fireworks photography. And while the final product of such an endeavor would be relatively boring, the process would be a challenge and the review and editing would be engaging and informative. Thought about James last night. I emailed him on our birthday. I was surprised he responded. I replied, but got no further communication. He said that he would be deploying again in June. He didn't know where, but he's Army Reserve, so there's not much guesswork involved there. I feel like we lost a lot of what was good with James while he was overseas the last time. I was disheartened to hear he was being sent out again. I wonder about our future prospects as a species.
I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I think I need to eat more. Would be nice for tomorrow to be a down Friday, but with The 4th this week and an AETC family day today, I'd rather have the time next week. I need to cut my hair maybe tonight, but definitely in the next 36 hours. While I was at Disney I let it grow out a bit and it grew in straight, which alarmed me somewhat. I imagine hair with this kind of volume would be difficult to manage beyond a few inches. I like short anyway. On myself and on others.
I think maybe this weekend will be a good weekend to clean my bathroom. I'd also like to make a dent in the permajunk that's petrifying by my kitchen. I'm thinking about ordering some more black & white film from B&H, but I dunno. I really would like to shoot some more Neopan 1600 and some fresh Acros 100. I kinda want to try out Kodak's new professional color films but before I do that, I want to find a trustworthy wet lab in the area. Maybe after I get bumped to Photo 3 I can start building up to doing my own prints again. That would be awesome. I hear some of the new Clayton fixers don't require ventilation. Now I don't have to end up like a hatter.
I feel the compulsion to post, which probably means I'm burning my meatloaf.
Two nights ago I had a dream that I was driving around in a car that wasn't mine. My mom was with me and we stopped at a resort near the water. This wasn't our destination - our path was blocked. For some reason I started pushing a stool (very much like our auxiliary stool in the studio at work) up the road alongside the resort. I passed a white limo that had a thin plaque on it declaring that it was the property of or carrying some lieutenant colonel of the Air Force. The stool disappeared around then and I passed a large, protruding 3-section window (there's a name for this architecturally but I don't recall it) I heard the dull rapping of someone knocking on thick glass. I turned and saw the wing commander and vice on the inside of the window. The motioned for me to come inside. The commander came out a nearby door and invited me in. The vice said something from the other side of the window, but I couldn't make it out. I had him repeat it two more times until my ear was actually against the glass. He was asking me if I wanted any cake. There was a moderately large cake on the red cloth-covered table behind them. It was a yellow cake of some kind with a pink icing that seemed to have the viscosity of oatmeal that's just slightly too runny.
I declined, and immediately some women at tables just outside began to talk to my mom. They asked her if she'd gotten something or other and my mom seemed interested and said no. It was immediately apparent to me that they'd mistaken her for someone else, but I couldn't see how that was possible. The vice commander came out and talked to me and addressed the women with some kind of small talk and asked what one of the women was drinking. She told him and told him that it was her first drink, to which he responded (for some reason), "One drink a year sounds like enough, doesn't it?" as he looked at me. I said, "I suppose if it's strong enough." I don't remember much about the dream after that except that it was one of those social situations that you can't seem to release yourself from. I think that's why I woke up.
I discovered last night that of the seven years I've been on LJ, I've only made an entry on the Fourth of July twice. I thought that might be interesting in some way, but I couldn't come up with a reason why it would be any more interesting than most other days. Yesterday was my parents' 30th anniversary. I thought it was, but I wasn't sure... their 30th, that is. I didn't get them anything, which I feel bad about. My brother got them some cut flowers and tiny fireworks. I could've done at least as well but somehow failed to do so quite outright. I've never been especially good at managing familial obligations. I was never a good big brother. I wasn't a particularly good son. I definitely fall short in the grandson arena. I noticed recently that I tend to outperform people routinely and relatively flawlessly, but when I do mess up, I mess up unbelievably huge. Massive, impossibly uncorrectable mistakes. Gotta love these light-hearted entries.
I didn't catch any fireworks displays even though there were two very nearby and probably five I could've made it to. It would've been good since I haven't tried any fireworks photography. And while the final product of such an endeavor would be relatively boring, the process would be a challenge and the review and editing would be engaging and informative. Thought about James last night. I emailed him on our birthday. I was surprised he responded. I replied, but got no further communication. He said that he would be deploying again in June. He didn't know where, but he's Army Reserve, so there's not much guesswork involved there. I feel like we lost a lot of what was good with James while he was overseas the last time. I was disheartened to hear he was being sent out again. I wonder about our future prospects as a species.
I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I think I need to eat more. Would be nice for tomorrow to be a down Friday, but with The 4th this week and an AETC family day today, I'd rather have the time next week. I need to cut my hair maybe tonight, but definitely in the next 36 hours. While I was at Disney I let it grow out a bit and it grew in straight, which alarmed me somewhat. I imagine hair with this kind of volume would be difficult to manage beyond a few inches. I like short anyway. On myself and on others.
I think maybe this weekend will be a good weekend to clean my bathroom. I'd also like to make a dent in the permajunk that's petrifying by my kitchen. I'm thinking about ordering some more black & white film from B&H, but I dunno. I really would like to shoot some more Neopan 1600 and some fresh Acros 100. I kinda want to try out Kodak's new professional color films but before I do that, I want to find a trustworthy wet lab in the area. Maybe after I get bumped to Photo 3 I can start building up to doing my own prints again. That would be awesome. I hear some of the new Clayton fixers don't require ventilation. Now I don't have to end up like a hatter.