Day 312 – Falling Apart

Falling Apart

Day 312

Haunted House by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Here was a place where none would ever come
For shelter, save as we did from the rain.
We saw no ghost, yet once outside again
Each wondered why the other should be so dumb;
And ruin, and to our vision it was plain
Where thrift, outshivering fear, had let remain
Some chairs that were like skeletons of home.

There were no trackless footsteps on the floor
Above us, and there were no sounds elsewhere.
But there was more than sound; and there was more
Than just an axe that once was in the air
Between us and the chimney, long before
Our time. So townsmen said who found her there.

So, I am caught up again.  I will admit that I shot Monday and Tuesday’s photos on Sunday, with my wisdom teeth and some other dental work scheduled Monday.  As per the usual, things did not fall together perfectly as planned.   I spent Sunday night and early Monday morning in the emergency room due to my non-friendly gallbladder in so much pain that I would have cheerfully died.  I thank God for my wonderful mother who sat with me through the whole ordeal.  I did give the bathroom a lot of business that night with all of the aftereffects.  I did make it to the dentist Monday, much to the surprise of everyone.  My wisdom teeth were pulled, my molar crowned (do NOT eat Corn Nuts), my front tooth re-capped, a small cavity filled and a nice deep cleaning.  Now, at this point I am going to say that I am super duper thankful for Vicodin, not only because of the holes where my teeth used to be but also because of the muscles I pulled on my ribs from retching so hard Sunday and Monday, and for the migraine that will not go peacefully.
Hopefully I can go back to work tomorrow, if only for a few hours.  Cross your fingers!
By the way, Mom took me out to blow some of the stink off today and we made our way to Three Rivers, MI to take her overgrown plecostomus to the fish store.  It is a very run-down and seedy area and was the perfect shot for a girl who just wanted to sit in the car.

Day 72

Day 72 – What an AWESOME day!  We started out the day serving others in Three Rivers with our peeps from Riverside Church serving others – our group was at a BP gas station washing windshields and pumping gas.  Michael and Sami also threw away people’s car trash for them.  After one hour, Sami and I headed over to Skidmore Park to pick up the trash festival goers threw all over the ground.  Then back to the church for a wienie roast.  Mmmmm!

We all then walked to the main drag to take a look at the slick autos brought in for the car show.  Zowee!  What a lot of fabulous rebuilt, restored and shiny shiny cars!  I had a heck of a time stopping myself from shooting every single one of them!  I took a vote at my facebook page for the shot of the day and the 1962 Impala was the choice!

Tonight the kids and I headed back to watch the fireworks show and it was fantabulous!  I sat on a grassy hill with our blanket and watched people while the kids took in the midway.  I noted all of the sights and sounds and the general amount of humanity milling about.  People are interesting; scary sometimes, funny sometimes but always interesting…

Here is a slide show of the rest of my shots.

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Day 12

We exist to introduce people to Jesus Christ and help them become fully devoted followers of him.

The problem with most of us is that we're like the rest of us ~ Paul Booko

Angel-duck, angel-duck, winged and silly, Pouring a watering-pot over a lily.-Charles Lamb

“If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, it must be a duck”

Day 12 took Samantha and I to the church for Awana tonight. After I dropped her off for a night of crazy fun with a hundred or so other kids, I headed down US 131 on a quest to look at a certain car for a friend and maybe snap a photo or two. Well, the car had been sold and the photo ops just didn’t present themselves well enough.

Now, on Sunday as we were going into the church, we had noticed a sweet little brown mallard nestled into some of the landscaping bricks snuggled her clutch of eggs. She sat quietly, ignoring the hundreds of people, including some over excited children.

She was still sitting quietly tonight, ignoring the hundreds of people filling in for Awana, Verse by Verse and other small groups.

She quietly ignored me as well, as I invaded her privacy…