Well, it’s another Wednesday, coincidentally. I’m at work. I should be working. I’m blogging. Depending on who you ask, that’s either very, very good, or very, very bad.
The new camera has spurred me into taking a lot more photos lately. I think it’s because the quality of them is so much better — it’s like I have a shot at creating some really nice pictures, whereas with the cameras I had before it was a foregone conclusion that the camera itself just wasn’t going to capture the image very well. It was possible to get a really nice photo…just not probable. Kind of like if you meet a guy with a shaved head and swastika tattoos, it’s possible that he owns a nice, kosher deli…just not probable.
Not a lot goes on in my life. I lead a boring life. Most evenings are full with a)get home b)cook dinner c)eat dinner with family d)wash dishes e)settle toddlers down f)random chore (ie: garbage night, vacuuming, replacing light-bulbs, sweeping kitchen, watering plants, mowing lawn, etc) AAaaaaand…by then it’s bedtime. Most nights, really, I’ll climb onto the internetic sub-highway at 11pm or so, and surf when I should be sleeping. That’s my “me-time” I guess.
Let’s see…we broke in our fire-pit on Saturday. I built this thing at our last house. Then we moved. So I dug up and transported four wheelbarrow loads of rock and gravel to our new place and re-dug the pit. Yes, I moved a hole. We had our first real bonfire in it, though, with s’mores-roasting and the whole schlemiel. Yes, we ate s’mores, my wife told scary stories… the kids got scared… and went inside… And I sat out by the fire by myself until midnight waiting for it to burn down enough to go inside. It was actually nice though. Very quiet. I don’t get much quiet in a house with four kids.
And there we go. I’ve managed to get paid for half an hour of blogging. That’s a win in my book.