Manditory Christmas entry and photo dump

I took so many good pictures the last few days; it’s hard to decide what gets the coveted feature spot, and what is relegated to being dumped in the entry.

Well Medhia, I only cried once over you today.  When I walk through the door tomorrow, and you are not there to greet me, that’s the next test.  Realistically, if I didn’t get a cat calendar for Christmas, I wouldn’t have cried today.  That seemed like a cruel gift, but I know the person who gave it didn’t realize Medhia would depart this world so soon.

Gift giving went well.  I got some beautiful things, socks that made me teary-eyed. They looked identical to Medhia’s kill sock.

My mom and Doug loved their presents.  The wrapping joke worked briefly.

I love my mom.  But sometimes she pisses me off.  I spent four years studying culinary arts, won awards for my cooking and she still won’t listen to any advice, tells me what I’m doing is wrong and uses me to fetch ingredients and wash stuff.  If we were in a kitchen, I would outrank her by several levels but as any good chef knows – their kitchen their rules.

Now that I can travel again; there was no way I was leaving Medhia while she was sick, in a couple of months I’m heading down to Hilton Head for a week or two.  I love South Carolina.  This was a perfect time to pick up my camera again.

Well, that’s a bit messy, but I’m finally figuring out this photo posting thing.  The waves were incredible today.  I took some a few years ago I should find.  One looks like the wave is about to swallow me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I would like to say I got the hang of it, but after the five minutes, it took to post these two photo’s I apparently don’t get it.

I love this guy. He was looking for buried peanuts along the top of my fence.  Everyone knows they are being stored in and around the birdhouse.  I guess he didn’t get the memo.

He looks mad that he can’t find any peanuts.  Huh, I wonder how many will show up once return home.  It will be 72 hours with no apple cores to munch on or nuts to eat.

Yes, that photo is a little weird.  I used the auto-straighten feature, and well, it didn’t crop the photo.  It just rotated it and then left white spaces.  I’m still learning Lightroom.

Damnit.  I got a tiny splinter in my right thumb.  It’s at the worst angle, and I need my glasses.  All I’ve done now is make it hurt more.

Spending the most of the 18 months at home alone has dulled my social skills, not that they were good, to begin with.

It always feels odd when I’m the poorest person in the room.  I don’t know why.  Especially when I’m around friends and family.

P Bea called me today.  She is coming to North America in about eight months and wanted to make plans for dinner. Given the day, I was shocked to hear from her.  She was so sad when she found out Medhia passed away.  Yea, Medhia was connected.

It’s been ages since I’ve seen P Bea.  We have only talked once since she split with boyfriend of 10 years.  I didn’t make it across the pond for the last family trip.

The idea of travelling again is sad and exciting.

I’m exhausted.