Dreary, Dreary Morning
From our bedroom window, this has been my first glance at the day ahead. For almost two weeks straight now. It grew so depressing, I came *this close* to going downstairs and shoving my head into a box of Christmas Truffles.
Don't Go Yet
Last week we took Algie to his favorite place in the whole wide world: VeteranaryLand. They made him pee, took some blood and got his weight. Good times for him.
We weren’t particularly happy either, discovering he’s lost two pounds . No weird masses, no bad lab work. Our poor cat weighs a mere fourteen pounds and no one has any idea why. For three years, Al’s maintained 16 pounds on the exact. same. diet. Like they wanted, because before that, he was 18 lbs (average for a male Maine Coon ).
So…now he’s 14 lbs. A change for which it seems there can be no good explanation. Waiting for his blood results this weekend, I’d completely convinced myself he was in kidney failure*. An idea that only encouraged me to annoy him the entire time by photographing his every habit.
Which is sleeping, mostly.
OK, you with the camera? Trying to die here. Put that thing away already and turn the light off.
*Lab results came back with “no kidney faillure, but a little “wonky” thyroid result”. Apparently not ‘wonky’ enough to suspect a problem, or explain the weight loss. So, yay. Still clueless. More to come.
In Need of a Little Sunshine
Long ago, I learned that in its purest sense, painting and photography is about seeing light. While I don’t always keep that in mind, I have noticed that getting a photo not completely shrouded in shadow seems impossible these days.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m still trying to bend my brain around f-stops and apertures, or…if it’s because I’m seeing dark.
Three years of rain and winters have come and gone since moving to Seattle, nevermuch bothering me. And yet…now. Now it seems darkness is everywhere, all of the time. Being an indoorsy night owl, I usually don’t mind it. In fact, I often prefer it.
But lately I find myself going ’round turning on lights in every room of the house, rooms we’re not in, rooms we don’t use. It feels like a waste because I know that it is. Still, I want them on.
It may be a combination of having been sick with different things for three weeks and the dense fog that’s pervaded the world here the last few days. I feel blah. My motivation is GONE. People keep asking me what’s wrong. Nothing, I thought. Until I actually thought about it today.
This song came on while driving to work. And just like everytime I’ve heard it before, it was IMPOSSIBLE for me not to feel better.
