pWdumaNjA-6CEEBhRoD5euxNETs When All This Actual Life Played Out: June 2014

30 June 2014

21 June 2014

Every misadventure


Namafjall Hverir, Iceland
25 July 2008

...is an opportunity.

(The quote is courtesy of a lovely person we met on this trip. We'd been kayaking in a fjord, a definite misadventure that ended well and made our group laugh. Today's misadventure did not end well, but I learned from it.)

Onward.

Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40.

12 June 2014

Waiting....


Los Alamitos, California
12 June 2014

The daughter was a part of the junior honor guard for graduation. This entailed no fewer than 4 trips to and from the venue today. I think we spent a total of 3 hours on the road to-ing and fro-ing.

Some 3,000 souls were in attendance tonight, and we came up with a plan to avoid the inevitable mayhem in the parking lots when the ceremony ended. At a bit before 8 pm, I was stationed at my lamp post, and I texted the daughter to say so.

"We are running really late," she responded.

Naturally.

The warm day was rapidly giving way to a chilly sunset, and a stiff breeze set up while I was standing there. I watched the moon rise in the east. Finally, I heard an almighty scream.

Kids and parents erupted from the doors, and more screaming ensued. Five minutes or so passed and the daughter came running up to me.  We made haste for the car, which was parked about a block away.

"Just a year," sang out the daughter, cheerful and bubbly. "And that will be me."

Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone4.

11 June 2014

Past perfect


Washington, D.C.
8 May 2014

I dream about this building and the one next to it. Like much of my early childhood, the dreams are mythic, sometimes portentous, and nothing is ever exactly as it should be.

Like life.

As I wrote last August, I had a dream a year ago that I was looking out at a road, crying with the relief of knowing I only had one more year of driving the daughter to and from school. Then I woke up and almost did cry with the realization that it was in fact two years.

And today, finally, I can say that I have only one more year of driving the daughter to and from school. The knowledge barely makes a dent in my consciousness. So much happened this year. So much happened in the last month (including putting on a dinner for 200). So much yet to happen in the next year.

I'm far, far too tired to think about it, let alone cry about it.

Tech stuff: Taken with my soon-to-be-replaced iPhone4.