The Kiwanis Club Christmas tree checkout trailer

Our third visit (previously)

So we’re there on the first day trees are for sale and they only have one variety in-stock—Fraser firs—same kind we had last year, but I can’t remember for sure.

I google the variety on the spot to check and see if they’re any good.

Search results prove favorable.

Back when I was a kid, you had to rely on personal knowledge, memory and experience to make such decisions.

Thank goodness that’s over.

Hauled the thing home and gravely accepted that two strands of lights were half-blown. We made do with them and went about the business of decorating. Been on this planet for 30-some-odd years and it hasn’t gotten old yet.

PhotosThis is how it turned out

Current music: Frightened Rabbit “Old Old Fashioned”

There are moments

I don’t believe this is lens distortion throwing curves, it’s just that our blinds are wonky

There are mere moments while gray light spreads across the morning sky, yet hasn’t enough power to shut off the sensor in the electric holiday candle.

We placed these decorations in the windows this weekend. There is no ecological justification, I’m sure. They’re probably as bad as an inflatable Santa on a motorcycle. But we did it anyway and in return we’ll set the thermostat extra low and wear thick socks to offset the energy consumed.

In bed this morning (procrastinating a trip to the bathroom) I made mental note to leave camera bedside sometime, hoping to catch this play of cool and warm light.

Then I realized if I didn’t do it right then, that very moment, I might not remember.

On the matter of time, today is my brother’s birthday. I owe him a howdy.

A trip to the mall

Using Elmo to bribe the boy to look at the camera

After OSU’s win (yay), I went to several box stores and the mall to torture myself trying to find something that only exists in my imagination: sea-foam colored ornaments for our Christmas tree. Because nothing goes better with football than shopping.

I believe a consortium controls the color schemes of holiday decor across most retail outlets. While this might make it easy to mix and match between stores, it doesn’t offer much diversity, or in my case: sea-foam.

I need to look off the beaten path or simply let it go and decorate with scarlet and silver gray.

Oh, the photo? I was carrying the point and shoot. To spice up the scene I tried some of that fancy fake “tilt-shift” effect. It looks more interesting un-cropped and bigger, I think. Not sold on the technique, but it was fun.

Current music: Patsy Cline “Faded Love”


on the tube

Apparently I’m unhappy because I watch TV, but I’m actually MORE unhappy when there is nothing good to watch on TV.

I decided to upgrade my XBOX account in order to get Netflix on demand but that turned out to be the single biggest entertainment let-down of my entire life. True.

But all is not bad. Case in point: The Rivalry on HBO gives an in-depth look at the history of football between Michigan and Ohio State.

Now I am a Buckeye by degree, but I only went to one football game in the entire four years of my education. We lost (thanks John Cooper), and on a sidenote: no one wanted to work those days and I was anti-establishment so I took up the extra hours.

After seeing this show (twice! Even taking a shoddy photo of the screen above), I have grown nostalgic for a spirit I never allowed.

I’ll now be rooting with newfound vigor.

At last my arm is complete again

Leaving the studio at sunset [ + zoom ]

My camera died.

The shutter fires repeatedly whenever a battery is present, on or off. It’s a mess, and I’m a mess without it, it seems.

I’ll try and find a repair joint and save up for a new one, but until then I have Wendy’s mom to thank as she’s letting me borrow hers.

Thank you Janet.

This would have a been a great image for yesterday’s post

The compression artifacts here kinda make a moiré pattern

Tom was making something in the studio the other week and this print out of a field and blue sky was almost bound for the trash can.

He saved it with additional doodle and brightened my day.

This would have a been a great alternative image to yesterday’s post.


carved in wood

Last night was our made-up anniversary. Arbitrary might be a better word, because we didn’t have a date that made things official.

For three years I’ve been sharing my life with Dan, and its still exciting and awesome and good.

I have a bunch of mushy stuff I could say, but this isn’t the place.

Some things you write on a postcard knowing full well anyone can read it.

Other times, I figure it’s best to skip the postage, shut down the computer, and deliver the message directly.

Current music: Rufus Wainwright “11:11”

that moment

As the sun sets and the light is golden

I’m still processing this week.

On the backside, catching up and welcoming the return of creative energy.

Lots of work to be done.

This photo? My mom’s house—a retreat where I can always count on an ever changing exhibit of inspiration, and very likely a solid meal.

our first trick or treaters

at our home

Pardon the photo, it’s from my little point and shoot and I wasn’t prepared and they were walking too fast, and and and…

The good part is that this family were the first trick or treaters at our house. The kids were all dressed up, the mom liked our yard sign, and Dan gave out a bunch of chocolates.

They turned out to be our only visitors this year, which left us with way too many leftover candies.

We’ve had lots of firsts over the months. First fire (in the fireplace), first plants (planted in the ground), first storm (with first loss of electricity for a week), first incident requiring a plunger, first lawnmowing and raking, and soon? Our first Christmas tree and first snow. Our first spring.