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A full weekend, though not as full as it could have been.
Friday was BeBop, which was nifty. What is it with me and the evil nutcases, anyway? Possibly because the evil nutcase this time looks remarkably like a friend of mine out in Boston, who is quite nummy. That still doesn't explain Gerald Tarrant, but I have yet to satisfactorily explain Gerald Tarrant.
Yesterday was sleeping late, and some housecleaning, and moving things in the sewing room, and Indian food, and a photo shoot. Much silliness with bunny ears and a basket of plastic eggs, and inspiration for more head shots. Also inspiration to lose about fifty more pounds. And I am still impatient for it to be July so I can buy a digital Pentax SLR, finally, so I can take my own pictures. Now that the former dining room is an office, it also makes a lovely small studio.
Today was sleeping late, and a salad at Einstein's, and a fruitless search through Borders for a photography book that didn't deal with nature, basics, or babies and old people. And a successfull bra shopping expedition, even though the red ones in my size were all sold already.
Friday was BeBop, which was nifty. What is it with me and the evil nutcases, anyway? Possibly because the evil nutcase this time looks remarkably like a friend of mine out in Boston, who is quite nummy. That still doesn't explain Gerald Tarrant, but I have yet to satisfactorily explain Gerald Tarrant.
Yesterday was sleeping late, and some housecleaning, and moving things in the sewing room, and Indian food, and a photo shoot. Much silliness with bunny ears and a basket of plastic eggs, and inspiration for more head shots. Also inspiration to lose about fifty more pounds. And I am still impatient for it to be July so I can buy a digital Pentax SLR, finally, so I can take my own pictures. Now that the former dining room is an office, it also makes a lovely small studio.
Today was sleeping late, and a salad at Einstein's, and a fruitless search through Borders for a photography book that didn't deal with nature, basics, or babies and old people. And a successfull bra shopping expedition, even though the red ones in my size were all sold already.
