Because I Love To Laugh At Myself

I will be so very glad when my bruised ribs (which aren’t really bruised ribs at all from what I’ve read since, after all, bones don’t “bruise” like that) stop hurting. You might wonder how I did such a thing but I don’t want to tell a story about how I just might have thrown the recyclables into the yard clipping bin which wasn’t terrifically full so they were pretty far down in the thing, and how I just might have leaned in to pull things back out, and how I may have leaned a bit too hard and really smashed my ribs into the bin to the point where I nearly thought I’d cracked them, and even nearly fell into said bin head first.

Nope. You don’t need to hear about that at all. It would be embarrassing and I just don’t need to humiliate myself any more than usual.

They say it takes weeks for this pain to go away. Week one is over and done.

Not that I’m counting or anything.

Here, have a shy spider for putting up with me. Or rolling your eyes and NOT putting up with me. You choose.

Shy Spider on an Alstroemeria, 6.5.13
Shy_Spider_on_an_Alstroemeria,_6.5.13

Don’t Fall to the Floor

… I’m on day four!

Okay, enough of my silliness. I’m actually posting all of these so I can finally file away these photos, and that’s why I’ve been doing all these days in a row. One more day to go. (Yeah, I give myself little rules: I can’t put the photos into Google Drive folders until I’ve posted them here. I really need to learn how to let go of these self-made rules!)

Centaurea_cyanus_(I),_5.19.15

Purple,_White,_Yellow,_Green,_5.19.15

Sugar_Moon_Rose,_4.16.15

PInk_Rose_(I),_5.4.15

Deep_Pink_Poppy,_5.6.15

Yellow,_Orange,_Pink,_5.27.14

Writing Out Loud (When Maybe I Shouldn’t!?)

I’ve not had a lot of work this past week, but I am exhausted. Three years ago on Memorial Day my mother died. While I don’t dwell on that, I think it affects my state of being. In addition I’m in what I call a “photo funk” and nothing I do is good enough. It’s just the sort of mood I get in sometimes and when it happens I really have to step away from the computer. I think computers can be depressing things.

It’s an interesting thing, this whole computer world. I have more “friends”, but they are cyber and we all know each other only as much as each of us is willing to put out there. No matter what anyone says, you don’t know the “all of it” with a person until you’ve connected face to face for a long enough length of time that you see the good, bad and ugly. Or whatever.

Or maybe it’s just me: maybe I’m the only one that feels that way. Many who meet me via the internet seem to think we are best friends. So there’s that.

This ramble is brought to you by a week of bad sleep and photo funk. I think I need a walk!

Here … have some flowers. They never whine and, in fact, just hang around being beautiful. They are good that way.

Gladiolus_(I),_5.16.14

Poppy_on_a_Rock,_3.26.15

Hibiscus_(I),_5.11.15

Bougainvillea_(I),_5.11.15

Poppy_with_Raindrops,_5.7.15

Pillow_Talk_Rose_(I),_5.11.15.jpg

Golden_Iris_(I),_5.22.15

Dogwood_(I),_5.20.15