My new camera makes me feel kind of smug. All the photos here were edited only to round the corners. I didn't adjust anything else. Also, they were all shot on manual. I know I shouldn't be all proud of myself, and that they are nothing that great, I can't help it. After two crappy point-and-shoot cameras in a row, it is a thrill to take good photos.
The downside of my camera: I've become a digital photo hoarder. I took over 400 pictures during the hour we were at the beach. Who in their right mind needs 400 photographs of their kids walking on a beach? Sheesh.
I'm still really struggling to get into a proper blogging groove again. I wish I could pinpoint what is holding me back, but I can't seem to figure it out. My focus is gone.
And have I mentioned that aside from a handful of posts, I have barely read anybody else's blogs in over a month? I feel like I'm becoming some kind of internet hermit.
I made beer marinated, seared tofu a week or two ago. In my haste to feed the family, no pictures were taken. I made the same tofu again tonight. After taking 400+ pictures at the beach, I managed to take no photos of the tofu. There are some leftovers. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, that I'll remember to take pictures, before lunching on leftovers tomorrow.
Our lawn is embarrassingly long. The veggie garden isn't planted. The flower beds are in desperate need of weeding. The patio needs sweeping and the breezeway needs a good cleaning. I've had plenty of time to take care of these chores (except the garden, since Steve needs to till first). What's holding me back? My fear of spiders and the many spiders I encounter when I do things like going in the garage to get the lawn mower or a broom.
Think I'm making up the arachnophobia-is-hindering-my-yard-work-productivity excuse? Last Friday I was about to take the garbage out, when I spotted a spider on the backdoor, a few inches from the doorknob. I set the garbage bag down, and waited several hours, until Steve got home and removed the spider, before taking the garbage outside. I also skipped playing outside with the girls all afternoon, because of the door spider. I have a problem, but I'm not sure if it fear of spiders, or the many spiders in our house. Hmm...
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