I want to sell my cameras and buy one good Sony and close up shop and yet I want to delve deeper into more beautiful and haunting and dark work and also I am so very tired of wondering where we are going to be living in 12-18 months and stop wondering about "the right decision" and just settle... And for the love of god why do we live in a world of influencers, or have we always and now they just look a lot like you and me but with sponsored living room renovations and free vitamins?
The hurricanes are coming you know.
Last year we were ensconced in our huge, old, multi-windowed, 1930 cracker house and now we are deeply suburban and encased in brick and buried power lines and I'm like, "unless it's a direct hit from a 5, I'm not evacuating again". Suits me. Oh Florida. I love hate you.
I found a turtle today. Isla named him Mouse Stripe. He was a tiny water turtle of some sort and I returned him to the pond. I found him way up in the street and I can only wonder how a tiny turtle the size of a 50 cent piece could have made it up there. Probably escaped from a bird's mouth. Hopefully he is chilling in our pond in the back yard. Godspeed, Mouse Stripe.
So many storms coming through these last few weeks. Lightening zapped our pool pump - waiting for the repair guy and hoping everything doesn't turn green. Pools are new to us and we are ill equipped to care for it aside from occasionally netting out the frogs that decide to off themselves in it. Sad times.
The eldest child, Ronan, turns 11 next week. That went fast. He's such good kid but damn, that Fortnight has ensorcelled him. And all of his friends. It's wild. Can't wait for the forced intervention that is known as Public Education to start back up.
Here's a couple gloriously crap phone pics. Sorry.
Mouse Stripe (hiding)
two mornings ago
Anyway, sorry for this late night ramble. It's for me, not you.