A few days ago I put up a picture of the tomatillo skeletons. I tried to make them glow in the dark, but it didn’t work well. So, today I decided to try something else new. I melted some wax and dipped them in for a bit of color and… well it didn’t quite work out the way that I wanted it to. I was hoping that it would just stick to the fibers and make a nice colored cage. Alas, it made them look a lot more like tomatillos but in various colors. Actually, if I had done an orange one it would have looked a lot like a habanero.
All in all it was kind of fun, and a little interesting. So, enjoy, or don’t I can’t make you after all. Here’s hoping anyway.
It happens to flowers or people who don’t drink enough.
Welcome to Monday.
I’m not sure what I want to say today. It has felt like a rough few days and I’m hoping for a better week this week. Flowers in not so great shape seemed to sum things up pretty well.
Today sucked. I expected it to be a good day all clear and nice, and it started that way. But then there was a bike accident and my dad had to make a trip to the hospital. At least days like today can only last 24 hours.
Today didn’t end up they way I thought it would. I thought that I could make a star shape with the crayons but that didn’t work out well at all. So, I went with a pentagon shape and then, since it was a little too empty, added a piece of candy in the middle.
It has been a long day and this was all the energy and creativity I had to spare.
Today as I wandered, wondering what to photograph, I came across this old rusty toolbox in the grass. I’ve never fully understood what it is that draws people to pictures of rusty things. Maybe it makes them feel less mortal since they don’t have rust on the outside.
Sometimes things get lost and fall through the cracks. We neglect them but then we run across them again later and become interested in them again. Sometimes for a minute, sometimes longer. Today it was at least long enough for a picture. I should probably open it up and see what is inside. I would venture to guess spiders.
Sunday, my mom would have been 84. This upcoming Sunday is Mother’s day. So I’m in the middle of two days that remind me of my mom and I miss her a ton. Next week would have been her and my dad’s 63rd wedding anniversary.
Death sucks. It’s bad when you expect it, it’s worse when you don’t. Especially when it comes too soon. With my mom, it’s sad but she lived a long and full life. With my brother, it was a full life, but far too short. There were so many things we still planned to do and so many things we wanted to do.
I’m just going to use these tulips until they have nothing left in them it seems. That poor yellow flower looks like it’s in some serious trouble. I wonder which one is going to fade first.
I wanted to come up with a witty title, but alas no.
I went to the cemetery today and visited the graves of my mother, my maternal grandparents and my brother. I don’t remember my grandma, she died of cancer when I was just a toddler. My grandpa died when I was about 12 but after having a stroke he came to live with us for a while. I remember him before the stroke, he often wore a fedora and loved Pecan Sandies. I should probably miss him more than I do, but I remember feeding him popsicles and hearing him swear (those seemed to be some of the words that he didn’t lose with the stroke). One day, while I was sitting with him feeding him a popsicle, he grabbed me by the arm. He held on pretty tightly and at the time it scared me. I think he was trying to tell me that he loved me, but I kind of skedaddled out of there. I wonder if I hurt his feelings, but I’ll never know.
Matt and mom I miss a whole lot.
While I visited with the headstones I wondered whether my mom and grandparents would be proud of me if they were around today. I’ve been reading old papers and my grandma’s (paternal) history and I’ve been impressed that I have some pretty amazing people in my family and wondered how I measured up.
I didn’t have any flowers to take to the cemetery with me today, so after I mowed the lawn I decided to cut a few tulips and take a picture in tribute to some pretty neat people. I probably should have done 4 but I learned in second grade that until you have over a dozen you should always use an odd number or they look weird.
Today, my nephew got married. So at lunch I took this shot out the window. It always amazes me how much time some of our ceremonies take. Weddings, funerals and other celebrations are just a big time commitment. Even though parts of them only take an hour or so, when you add together all of those components it takes the whole day.
I knew that there wasn’t going to be much time to work on a picture today so in between spending time with family I just had to sneak a shot. I know that there are a lot better pictures of the Salt Lake Temple, but for today, this is going to have to do.
