It's funny how I each time I think about blogging, I think "wow, where has the time gone?" Clearly, I am inept at keeping track of time, knowing what day it is, how old I am, or now what time it is -- fall back and spring forward always screw me up a little.
When I was in grade school we had to do service hours at a local nursing home. In the lounge area of each floor, one would find various and assorted old people, and a display on the wall with a list of prompts printed in easy-to-read super large font for visitors to query their elders:
Today is ... Sunday.
The month is ... October.
The date is ... the 31st.
The year is ... 2004.
The weather is ... partly sunny.
The president is ... George W. Bush.
and so on.
Even when I was young and aware enough to be able to answer each of the prompts easily (as well as announce my age -- including the months), I thought those were a weird way to measure the degree of one's dementia.
And today I agree with my younger self all the more. What day is it? How many weeks ago did I blog last? Why is the weather so cool all of a sudden? What do you mean we need to drop off the rent check?
I'm lucky if I can answer two of the six dementia-test questions without too much hesitation -- and that's looking out the window for one, and guessing that "Bush" has a high probability for being another correct answer.
And so, once again, I lament -- where has the time gone?
The picture above was taken the Monday after Oktoberfest. I was driving back home on Lake Shore Drive after taking Dave to work. I had the old Praktika camera in the trunk -- a great, old, everything-is-manual, East German camera -- which happened to be loaded with film.
The lake was churning, the sky was steel gray, the wind was blowing, the waves were crashing, and the sea gulls were huddled along the shore.
It was the first truly chilly day of the season. The kind of morning that sneaks up on you and makes you wish you could slip into soft jeans and a cozy sweatshirt while still under the intoxicating warmth of the comforter.
I took many pictures of the sky, and the water, and the waves crashing against the rocks. I got out the long lens to take shots of the gulls without scaring them.
And then I ran back to the car when the wind made my ears burn and the chill reminded me of the amount of coffee I had already consumed.
I meant to post it a long time ago. I meant to post about autumn being my favorite season -- and not just because of my birthday and anniversary.
Alas, I got distracted by other things. Other things that I should also blog about.
When I was in grade school we had to do service hours at a local nursing home. In the lounge area of each floor, one would find various and assorted old people, and a display on the wall with a list of prompts printed in easy-to-read super large font for visitors to query their elders:
Today is ... Sunday.
The month is ... October.
The date is ... the 31st.
The year is ... 2004.
The weather is ... partly sunny.
The president is ... George W. Bush.
and so on.
Even when I was young and aware enough to be able to answer each of the prompts easily (as well as announce my age -- including the months), I thought those were a weird way to measure the degree of one's dementia.
And today I agree with my younger self all the more. What day is it? How many weeks ago did I blog last? Why is the weather so cool all of a sudden? What do you mean we need to drop off the rent check?
I'm lucky if I can answer two of the six dementia-test questions without too much hesitation -- and that's looking out the window for one, and guessing that "Bush" has a high probability for being another correct answer.
And so, once again, I lament -- where has the time gone?
The picture above was taken the Monday after Oktoberfest. I was driving back home on Lake Shore Drive after taking Dave to work. I had the old Praktika camera in the trunk -- a great, old, everything-is-manual, East German camera -- which happened to be loaded with film.
The lake was churning, the sky was steel gray, the wind was blowing, the waves were crashing, and the sea gulls were huddled along the shore.
It was the first truly chilly day of the season. The kind of morning that sneaks up on you and makes you wish you could slip into soft jeans and a cozy sweatshirt while still under the intoxicating warmth of the comforter.
I took many pictures of the sky, and the water, and the waves crashing against the rocks. I got out the long lens to take shots of the gulls without scaring them.
And then I ran back to the car when the wind made my ears burn and the chill reminded me of the amount of coffee I had already consumed.
I meant to post it a long time ago. I meant to post about autumn being my favorite season -- and not just because of my birthday and anniversary.
Alas, I got distracted by other things. Other things that I should also blog about.
