So I promise you, I tried.
I really tried hard to take a clear picture of one of the dozens of infant peaches on our tree.
I took a BUNCH of shots, I'm talkin' 20 or more, none of which turned out right. I'm stumped as to the reason, because I know the camera is working just fine for other things....
As evidence,
take a gander at this:
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I will have to work with it some more to see what my goof up is. Reading the manual didn't help. (Yes I am one of THOSE people who read the stinking manual.)
I have packed my bags today. And in theory I am heading out in the morning to go to Ohio to visit the parental units. I say theory, because I have no idea if they will let me through security with all the crap I have stuffed in my daypack.
I am absolutely terrified that I will not have enough to keep me occupied while airborn. During said airborness, I am in a constant low grade state of anxiety. I'm not exactly afraid to fly. But I can't say that I'm having the time of my life either.
I cope.
And how I cope is to take the following kinds of things with me....
I have sudoku puzzles and crosswords. I have two small knitting projects. [In case one of them stops producing sufficient distraction.] I'm taking bamboo needles by the way. I looked it up on the TSA list and knitting needles are allowed. I printed out the information and I'm taking it with me, just in case I have to make my.... um... case. I'm going to find a magazine at the airport. I have the camera, the Zune, my cell phone, my journal, ID, money and ticket.... plus this BAG of food. My other terror is the one of not having enough food for the day. My airline tickets do not include any kind of actual meal... this in itself is an alarming situation. Therefore I have packed a ziplock with cashews, peanut m&ms, cheese cubes, crackers, dried fruit and Zone bars. Oh yeah, and an apple.
I have a self addressed padded envelope with stamps to stuff things into if they veto anything.
Me, I just want to keep from starving to death, and arriving with my sanity intact.
Seems simple enough.
I hope the security people see the importance of keeping me calm on the airplane.
If they only knew.
If I don't have enough to do, I may break out into 99 bottles of beer on the wing, 99 bottles of beer. . . . or some other socially unacceptable behavior.
Just think, I might get to know a Sky Marshal in person!!
Wow.
(I think I'll stay home.)
Great!
Next entry, God willing, will be from the other side of the country.