Other than that, things have been reasonably quiet. I've been prepping my authory stuff for some shows and conventions I am participating in with a fellow author, and trying to finish a book for release. In fact, I'm procrastinating working on it right now by blogging here. So let's get to my next collection of pictures for these past 20 days. It's been a time of mostly peaceful house-dwelling.
|181/365 - Bad quality, but it had to be taken.|
This is my son literally standing on his
|182/365 - More grain texture. It was so pretty. And it's delicious|
too. Trader Joe's couscous blend.
|184/365 - He's outgrown his baby dish and mug. I took this shot to post it|
on the garage sale page. My sister gave me these years and years ago,
in anticipation of my having a child. I've had them all this time.
He hardly used them.
|185/365 - Doughnut peach has a strange, mysterious blemish on its skin.|
Wonder who the culprit could be?
|186/365 - This is a photo of the sky taken from the reflection on the hood|
of a clean Prius. Just because.
|187/365 - Randomness|
|188/365 - Textures and colours|
|189/365 - Old man's beard looks a little|
anemic with all this dry air.
|190/365 - Iron Horse|
|191/365 - Having a bit of vino in the late|
afternoon while Alex plays on Fort
Alexander. I was braising beef in
wine, and opened a half-bottle. So,
I decided to drink the difference.
|192/365 - Sandy Mountain Festival.|
My son, climbing a rock wall. Yes.
He did. The National Guardsmen
|193/365 - I suspect they must be dyeing|
some of these blossoms.
Still a riot of colour.
|194/365 - My husband's successful anti-bear campaign. It worked. No more|
bear raids of the garbage have occurred since this sign went up.
|195/365 - Hammie and Alex enjoy a little playtime. He loves his|
new hamster friend, and must have 'hammie-time' every day. And yes,
I do start rapping "Hammie time" when he asks.
|196/365 - The boy rarely naps these days. This day, he passed out in the crook|
of my arm. Those eyelashes slay me.
|197/365 - A visit to the doctor for both of us.|
|198/365 - Reflections|
|199/365 - Mmmmmmmmmmms|
|200/365 - My husband's old '50 Chevvy five-window truck. It belonged|
to his great grandfather. Someday, I hope we will be able to afford
for him to restore it.