The year is nearly over. This is a time when many of us look back, and recall what kept us busy, engaged, distracted, what was noteworthy, or possibly regrettable. I love my iPhone, because it can capture moments, ideas, inspiration, notes to myself, and even simply snap a picture. My most recent iPhone download yields an interesting collection of memorable, forgettable, and deletable pictures... hmmm... could be ideal fodder for a Chickenblog.
Not edited. Not photoshopped. Not destined for anyone's coffee table.
I present: iDownload :: Moments From Fall 2011
(It's me. In case you couldn't tell.)
I had just finished reading about the discovery of a squirrel fossil. A saber-toothed squirrel! Instant inspiration to add ears, whiskers and teeth to the hat I was crocheting.
Maria runs. She also tried karate, and yoga. Every morning before school, she and her classmates can earn tickets for participating in fitness programs. Getting there early is a feat in itself! Maria's dedication inspires me.
Our picnic and rain hike! This was that great day with all the beautiful fall color, and we managed to stay dry until the very end. We should go back there.
Same day, stopping by the pond before we head home. The camera even managed to capture the rain drops hitting the pond. Maria loved that the ducks were indifferent to the rainfall.
See? A camera-phone is such a help. This image went directly to FB, where I alerted FIRST 2102 Team Paradox to the news that red pants were on sale! Yellow on top, red on the bottom, and Paradox all over! And by the way: FIRST FRC Kick-Off 2012 is in less than ten days!!!
My four children, camping. We got rained out, which was a bummer, but before that happened, we had a whole lot fun, including: visitors, nature encounters, and a campfire. It was a quick trip, but worthwhile.
This. This picture brings up all kinds of good stuff.
#1. Geoff. I love him.
#2. We are waiting to see about getting my transmission replaced. Nine months with a failing transmission is about to come to a glorious end!
#3. Sony's campaign en español. Me Gusta.
Alex and I, stopping for dinner, on our calledge tour of institutes for higher learning. I learned not to order "spicy," and to check very, very carefully where you park in downtown Santa Barbara. I also confirmed that I love traveling with my children. It is a delight.
A barn! Had to get a picture of this gingerbread barn, in Solvang. The bakery was bustling. Alex and I were making good time in our mission to be home for Thanksgiving. This is where we tried our first macarons and... well... yuck! Sorry. And maybe ours were not good ones. But a "good" macaron would have to taste so far superior to what I tried, and I cannot be sure anyone could convince me to ever try another. But. Hey! I love the gingerbread barn!
Women and boys, girls, cats, even chickens, are welcome, but this is Geoff's domain. This is where he tinkers, and plots. This is where he makes stuff, and keeps things organized, and stays up late repairing tools and machines. It is a cool place.
William and I working on a project for next Christmas. Yes, that is correct: we have an early jump on holidays 2012. Seriously, these wooden cutouts, from patterns Holly made, are going to be awesome, and charming, and really cool. And fortunately, we have twelve months to complete them!
All the work, and all the fun, really paid off in a big way for FIRST 2102 Team Paradox! They won first place in the category "Most Unusual Float." This is great. A perfect fit. An ideal win!
Camera phones keep friendly faces close at hand. This was the end of a long and emotional day, but I wouldn't have missed it! The holiday parade is special because of the time spent with friends.
My niece. The baby-doll-acrobat-athlete-cutie pie!
As lovely as ever, my Mommy, enjoying time with her youngest grandchildren. Dominic, Maria, and Marissa. Their visit was brief, but the fun was intensely super-concentrated.
Okay. This is the guest bathroom, and also the general purpose boy bathroom. In other words this is a busy room. And I keep trying to learn how to make it nice. Do you know what I mean? I go into family's bathrooms, friends' bathrooms... and they are nice. Things match, and stuff looks thoughtful and pleasant, planned, coordinated, purty. I have dragged my inferior decorating self to plenty of shops (Target, Target, all area thrift stores, and also Target). But I would always become anxious and disoriented, and soon convince myself that assorted matchy towels and stuff was simply unnecessary. And then I would see yet another lovely bathroom, and again return to the idea that our very busy bathroom was missing vital, essential, tasteful elements... like tiny towels and coordinated accessories. Now I have some. And, good, bad, tasteful, or conventional... I am committed to keeping the very busy bathroom nice. So, you should have heard my banshee wail the first time someone had the audacity to use one of those towels! ~Is this paragraph too long?~ Okay, so after two years of fretting and fussing over whether-or-not-and-how-to make the bathroom nice, you better believe I expect them to leave everything untouched. In fact, I may have this room sealed off, and open only for special occasions... all due to six coordinated towels, and two matching baskets, in an otherwise inferiorly decorated guest bathroom.
We made so many different cookies for our cookie and movie party. This is one of the recipes I used. It's a recipe for pressed cookies that I developed for Maria's fifth birthday. We were new to our Bird House that year, and I used the lemons from our very own tree. Now I've made those same cookies three times, and so I can officially call them traditional. What difference does it make? None. Yet... I am still moved, emotional, about this being our home, about finding routines and familiar touchstones. My recipe, my lemons, my kitchen, and sharing with our friends and family... it all feels lovely, and worth reflecting on.
I'm in the car a lot. Five children, three... sometimes four or five schools, marketing, errands... you get the idea. If I'm not crocheting or doing a bit of embroidery, then I am playing with my phone. Maybe checking my calendar, or making calls. Sometimes taking pictures. After stopping for groceries, I pulled up in front of Maria's school and caught my reflection in the rear view mirror: holy crapoli! It was too classic me. I had to document my disaster. I do not mean to leave the house without brushing my hair, removing my apron, taming my eyebrows. Egads. My poor mother... she tried to teach me. She still tries. Am I hopeless? I was in public for goodness sake.
I do listen to my Momma. I found a brush. Put on some lipstick.
Tomorrow I turn forty-five. If it's not too late, I would like to start making some changes. I've promised myself real grown-up yoga classes, maybe Tai-chi, or something. Even hula hooping and basketball... just some kind of exercise, and movement. And I want to commit to using my hairbrush, lipstick, and tweezers... real fancy, I know. The iPictures don't lie. I need a little something-something. But, it's kind of like decorating the bathroom... I don't know what I am doing, and most times I find it kind of hard to care. And what if I do bother? What about maintenance, and all that upkeep? It's all so confusing... and also amusing.
Thank you. You reflect my days, my ups and downs, my blessings, and the oversights. What a clever little tool you are.
iPhone Album I
This is quite a remarkable ode to an iPhone! It tempts me to perhaps consider obtaining one myself, though I tend to be the most Luddite-leaning non-Luddite I know and have not stepped into the smart phone technology yet...preferring to remain unconnected as often as possible. (I do have a cell phone but it's old and does nothing extra but text..and I have so far refused to learn how to text.) Is something wrong with me? :-0
Sending good wishes your way for you and your marvelous family for the New Year...and I look forward to lots of visits here in the months ahead.
I totally have "fancy" bathroom towels, too, that I do not allow myself to touch. I mean, it isn't like they're made of gold and tissue paper! They're towels! They're washable! But I literally have not touched them except to occasionally wash them since I got them over a year ago. Sigh.
Anywho, happy new year! Here's to a fabuous 2012!
Is that really your mom? She looks so young. Happiness does that to people. She's beautiful.
Your iphone photos come out so much better than mine do. I think you must have a steadier hand. Also, I think you have a lot more sunlight there than we do here (still hoping for Hawaii). Anyway, I enjoy seeing these little moments that you record. Thanks for sharing them!
You are beautiful! I think if I saw you in the drop off lane looking like that I'd want to be your best friend, because I know you are Real People. Happy Birthday!
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