Another blogger noted there is a fine line between discipline and abuse when dealing with kids. I agree, and I will add that when the parent has unresolved issues from childhood, it always seems to come out in anger when the kids are at their worst.
Some of the best photos I have taken are accidental. Photographers with real talent prepare for those accidental moments and make it look easy. Guess what? It’s easy for an amateur to take a million bad pictures before two or three good ones show up.
Remember when everything you needed to know about everything in the world was at your fingertips, if you had the Encyclopedia Britannica? (Kids, ask your parents.) I loved the old set we inherited when I was a kid. I knew lots of stuff up until the mid 1960s… and it was 1984.
I wish people who follow the other blog knew about this blog, but I feel like pimping this blog on the other one would be tacky. Speaking of the other blog, I’m running out of ideas to write about bipolar. I knew I would hit a wall at some point, I just didn’t think it would be so soon.
This weekend I am going on my sometimes-annual baseball road trip, to Minneapolis and Milwaukee. Pictures when I return. Lots of driving and time to think, but no time for writing it all down. I’ll take a notebook, just in case. Trying not to think about possible disaster while I’m traveling. Dread mixed with anticipation, so typical of me.
Are there any people from Wisconsin or Minnesota who read this? If so, I’ll come visit you.
I am firmly convinced I am an atheist, but then again I also believe there are things which cannot be explained by reason or logic.
You know the feeling when you know the ink will smear on what you just wrote, and yet you have to test it anyway? Why not write on scratch paper and test it there? That never occurs to me until it is too late.
There is a little space under the stairs in the basement at my office. I have this nagging feeling that someday I will hide there to cry.