Day 135 — ‘And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod’
Project 365
It seems macabre to take a photo of a dead woman’s closet, but there is an irrepressible streak of sentimentality running through me, and sometimes I do macabre things to satisfy it. Today my father spent his first day of vacation finishing up cleaning out my dead great-grandmother‘s house. She has been gone since February of ’05, so this process has taken more time than you might imagine is ideal. My dad called my mom…
When my mom laughs, my world goes brighter. Today I said something terribly unfunny (in one of my many misguided attempts to be funny) and she gave me the best courtesy laugh and laid her head on my shoulder. It was such a great Mom moment. She goes above and beyond to make her kids feel special. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. You are the absolute greatest mother I could have ever asked for.
[for May 12] Please ignore the decorative bird poo on the window. If only my driver’s side window rolled down, I could take less disgusting “Oh-crap-I-need-a-picture-today!” photos out my window. Project 365
[for May 11] He seems very concerned. Project 365
[for May 6] These ladies were working it for Project Pat, who drew a ginormous crowd that I very nearly did not make it out of. The suburban kids love them some Project Pat. I had never felt more square than when I realized that I wasn’t sure which dude on the stage was Project Pat, so I didn’t really know where to point my camera. Ha. But for those of you playing along at…
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