Diary of a somewhat average day...
Woke up with a headache this morning after a long night of insomnia. I didn't fall asleep until after 7:00 am.
Fog this morning as we drove to Spokane Valley to pick up my rental car...the sun came out as I drove to Moses Lake to meet with clients. I felt increasingly ill as I made the long drive home.
Stopped at a rest area...feeling bored, so I took pictures of the trees, being careful to cut off the sight of trucks and garbage cans in the background. I'm surprised, some of them actaully turn out okay. Earlier I took pictures of the ketchup bottles at Burger King for lack of better subject material as I ate lunch. As an act of bordom, I photographed my wedding rings...later I admired that picture for its odd simplicity and beauty.
I race home to pick up my girls for their first day of ballet lessons. When I pull up to the house, I see them anxiously awaiting my arrival in the front yard, already dressed in their little pink tutus. Their little faces are pictures of sweetness and innocent expectation.
From ballet, I race of to class; my first with Dr. Sharon Mowry; Educational Leadership...weighty stuff.
Woke up with a headache this morning after a long night of insomnia. I didn't fall asleep until after 7:00 am.
Fog this morning as we drove to Spokane Valley to pick up my rental car...the sun came out as I drove to Moses Lake to meet with clients. I felt increasingly ill as I made the long drive home.
Stopped at a rest area...feeling bored, so I took pictures of the trees, being careful to cut off the sight of trucks and garbage cans in the background. I'm surprised, some of them actaully turn out okay. Earlier I took pictures of the ketchup bottles at Burger King for lack of better subject material as I ate lunch. As an act of bordom, I photographed my wedding rings...later I admired that picture for its odd simplicity and beauty.
I race home to pick up my girls for their first day of ballet lessons. When I pull up to the house, I see them anxiously awaiting my arrival in the front yard, already dressed in their little pink tutus. Their little faces are pictures of sweetness and innocent expectation.
From ballet, I race of to class; my first with Dr. Sharon Mowry; Educational Leadership...weighty stuff.
2 comments:
So how did Ballet lessons go? Did they like it? And why didnt we get any pictures in thier little dresses.
yeah...i got a picture of the girls in their little pink dresses, but i always feel funny about posting pictures of the kids online...i've done it once or twice, but i don't like to do it often...
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