I let Evan use my point and shoot for a class assignment (he is taking photography, but has only asked me for use of my camera, not actual advice) and he changed the settings on my camera. He changed the settings on the very same camera I used this weekend, when all three kids were home before college boy Matt fled back to hipster U.) to take my holiday card photo. I suppose noone will notice if I print up teeny tiny little photos. Maybe I can do one of those little photo collages of 1 inch stamp sized photos. I suspect they'd be pixelated even at 4 x 6. Maybe I can get away with a 3 x 5. Just shoot me now. Matt doesn't come home until December 20th. I might forgo the cards this year. I have no idea where the packers put my address book anyway and I don't have addresses in my phone, only phone numbers. I know. Lame.
Have I ever admitted to the sad truth that hearing football on the television makes me want to throw bricks into the television? I can't help it, those manly men talking about sport, like it matters, like it seriously matters ....it's all so ridiculous. I can hardly take it. That is why I am going to retire early tonight. Monday night football is forcing me to take to my bed. That and the other sad truth which is I have been walking around with a very real desire to spend hours lounging on my bed, maybe reading, maybe watching real stories and not sports on television. In a perfect world (at least temporarily) I'd settle in for the night around 8 and lounge for a couple of hours before sucking ZZZZs for the night.
Yesterday I used the term "gang busters" while discussing the tenacity of my nephew's opposing hockey team during a very heated and excited play off game. I think my grandmother has taken over my mind. I have no other excuse. That would also explain why I have been tempted to stroll through the stores "just to look." If I start snacking on Mary Jane's you'll know it's true.
I need a new photo project. The lack of subject matter has me down and I think I'l have to wait for spring for some real selection. There was a bird this weekend up in utopia, but the sentry didn't mention it to me until hours after she saw it and by the time I got to it it was completely unrecognizably flattened. Not what I am going for. I'll figure something out. First I have to decide if I want to stay with this theme. If I was Sally Mann I'd get to photograph actual dead people. She's so lucky.