When you have no appointments, no particular thing to do or place to be there is sooo much that can be done…so much to be accomplished. So you check that to-do list that is is just too much…but today, at least, it can wait for another day…another day. Today is a slow day and, for once, you are going to to take the time to do slow day kind of things:
Like curling your hair and putting on makeup.
Then take a picture because you know this won’t last. But now it will because you took a picture which will end up being your social media profile pic because it’s a slow day and you have time for that…and because you curled your hair and put on makeup.
A bit self indulgent, I know.
Perhaps I should consider others on a slow day.
Don’t judge. Son is at school. Darling husband is at work. Darling daughters are on their own in the world doing on-your-own-in-the-world grown-up kind of things. Don’t tell me that you weren’t asking the same question about Siri. Well now you know. You’re welcome.
Oh, and on this slow day I begin a little light reading.
And discover what was likely Lin Manuel Miranda’s epiphany while enjoying a little poolside vacation light reading…832 pages of light reading, y’all. On a slow day seems like the thing to do, to begin.
That moment when you update your smart phone…
That moment when as you hit that update button and agree to all the terms of service (that your really did not read,even if you lied a little and hit the button that says you read all the terms of service) when you also light a candle, burn some sage, perhaps make a small sacrifice and pray…pray that it doesn’t take hours or turn your smart phone into a useless brick.
Yes! That moment!
Good times, fun times, always.
I got lucky this time. Ten minutes. That’s all it took before I was able to text with lasers…which is probably THE BEST thing…aside from the optimize storage feature, the data saving features, FINALLY able to delete the Apple Stocks app because I have never, ever used that app. But the coolest, yet disconcerting and perhaps creepy creeper creep feature has to be this.
I get into the car and my smart phone KNOWS I am going to works…HOW??!!
How? How does it know where I’m going when I am running errands? How??!!
You’re creeping me out iPhone. I appreciate the traffic update as I leave for work or Target or Safeway or Costco or the orthodontist or picking up Daniel at school or meeting Zoë for lunch or my massage appointment but at the same time I am a little bit creeped out right now. Not a clown-is-stalking-me creeped out but you are getting a little too close. But thank you, iPhone.
Until your next update…
When FaceTiming with your grand girl, Hazel, you discover that some things she won’t do just because you ask her to…even if you are her Papa-Papa (so good the grandkids have named you twice). No, sorry even when you ask your grand girl to give her mommy a wet willy. Sure, it’s your thing but you aren’t there at that very moment. So, because she needs it and deserves it, you call on your grand girl to do the deed for you and…
How much will you pay me?
Yes, she did just ask that. Sorry. You might be Papa-Papa but Hazel Faye knows there is a cost and you must pay. So, Papa-Papa, how much?
I’ll give you five dollars.
Okay, six. I will pay you six dollars.
How do I know that you won’t have the money the next time I see you?
This kid is good!
Papa-Papa grabs and envelope, writes Hazels name on it in bold letters, places the money into the envelope and seals it. Then he holds it up to the iPhone camera for Hazel to see.
There! Now do it!
She laughs. Her mother rolls her eye that clearly says, OMG, Dad!.
And, Hazel does.
Don’t spend my money!
She did check before visiting us to make sure her payment for services rendered was still there.
This kid is good!
Since June, one of my favorite photographers and writers, Karen Walrond of Chookooloonks, has been sharing at the end of the month her five favorite photographs.
My sweet photographer friends Xanthe & Andrea both share their five favourite photographs they take every month — isn’t that a great habit? Not just because it inspires fans like me from a technical photography perspective (and really, they’re just so talented), but I imagine that the practice of going through their archives to look at their images more critically to pick their favourites helps them get better as well.
And so, of course, I’m copying them.
I was inspired but never got around to it (or a round tuit – nod to my late father in law) until now as September ends.
Is it just me or does September always seem a little endless? It does. At least it does here under The Big Top and, of course, I have this on a loop in my ear pretty much all month long…thanks Green Day!
Sorry. Off topic.
Me when I sit dow to write lately.
Like our friend, Shaun, here I am tripping down memory lane staring at baby pictures…babies with incredibly big hair.
Think what you may about Greek life ladies, but these ones are fierce, driven and super smart…watch out world!
Whatever will Dr. D. do when the last Scarborough living under The Big Top is straight outta braces?
And while the rest of the world seems to be overwrought over a recent news story about a 13th Zodiac sign, it really isn’t news after all. Regardless of the news, I remain Pisces forever!
When it comes to the selfie game, most of this circus act has it down to a science. Now don’t hate on the selfie. Were it not for the art of the selfie some of us wouldn’t even be a part of their own narrative…ahem…because they almost always are behind the camera. Here under The Big Top, we love the selfie and love to share with one another a selfie or more while making great adventures away from home.
Bill helped Jodie move back to Arizona this weekend and the two of them, as promised, kept me updated with pictures so that I can in a small way be there with them.
Currently this will be my favorite picture of these two and I made sure to tell my darling husband so.
His selfie game is improving; and yes, he was smiling with his eyes…and that makes all the difference, my darling husband.
When he gets home I will try to explain why he must never use “smize” in a sentence again.