Oof. I shouldn't have waited to write my entry until the last thing tonight. The synapses are firing unevenly. I'm woogly-eyed from trying to finish too many projects before the weekend. I am also thoroughly tired of sitting down. My rear end is going numb even though I'm wiggling around in my chair a lot. I really ought to do more stretching exercises, by which I mean stretching my whole body, and not just my arms as I reach across for the Fritos.
I got my photos back from the trip to Sedona. I sat down on my bed when I got home from work and started flipping through them. "Wow," I thought with surprised pleasure, "some of these are truly excellent. I've improved a lot even though I haven't taken any photos in two years. Gee, I'm good." I kept thumbing through the first group, looking for a particular shot. It wasn't there, which puzzled me quite a bit. Then I saw a photo of myself taking a photo, and piff! My ego deflated. I'd accidentally picked up one of John's rolls. Dammit.
My photos turned out perfectly fine, actually. Not as beautifully composed, I'll admit, and with a far higher incidence of over-exposed or slightly fuzzy shots, but still a fine set of desert reveries. I was especially pleased by some ideas I'd had which turned out just as I envisioned. Rather than just shoot the big, amazing red rocks, I focused on close-ups of the river, the paths, and the trees as well. Sometime over the weekend I'll post some of the good ones and you can judge for yourself.
Meanwhile, the household is in danger of being inundated with catalogs. Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, the catalogs are piling up upon the front doormat. It's much better than last year when we were getting three former residents' worth of catalogs. They were targeted by odd niche marketers like Guns'n'Spice Racks. Fortunately, we're now only receiving stuff I like to look at: clothing, wildlife/nature, and food. Hey, do you think we're defined by the catalogs we receive? I confess I've become quite addicted to the Harry&David and Swiss Colony layouts. There's so much stuff in there I've never heard of, much less eaten, and it's all beautifully presented. Who could resist a multilevel basket of cheese, cheese balls, cheese logs, and cheese product? Mmm mmm! And what about those luscious piles of perfectly ripe, radiantly colorful, shiny apples and pears? Kind of makes you want to sign up for the Fruit of the Month Club, doesn't it? I refrain only because I'm afraid if I order anything they'll send me petit-fours as a free gift. Revolting stuff, petit-fours. Nasty squares of dry cake coated in hard sugary frosting, what a concept.
I think I'll grab some catalogs and retire for the evening. I just realized I can't feel my behind any more. I'm going to go lie on my tummy and drowse over pages filled with clothes I can't afford, and food I don't want to eat. The holidays are coming.
