No, I will not explain what’s going on here.

No, I will not explain what’s going on here.

There is a new episode of The Walking Dead tonight. It’s the Daryl Dixon show’s season finale. Can I come up with a haiku inspired by zombies on TV?
Zombies on TV.
Where’d I put my cricket bat?
Bop ’em on the head.
I had one job today. Put together the day bed we got from IKEA.
It came to us in four boxes. None of them seemed terribly large but once I had all of the boxes open and the pieces separated it sure felt like a lot. The instruction book was only 2436612457 pages long. I think I am a little more than half way through it all but I am toast and will finish it after I sleep a lot and recover.
My stomach has been okay today outside of another one of those 3+ hour stomach aches. I finished lunch at 2:30 and at about 5:30 my stomach was hurting. Jen made a wonderful chicken and quinoa dish for dinner and it solved my problem. I have a long way to go to hit my 80 grams of protein goal though so I think I am going to go have a protein bar or something.
The season finale of Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon is on tonight. I need to brush up on my French. Wish me luck.
What have I been putting off? More like what haven’t I been putting off!
I am a procrastinator. I am a master procrastinator. I am a legendary procrastinator. I am the undisputed king of procrastinators. Everyone needs to find that one thing in life that they are really good at and I found that my one thing is being an epic procrastinator.
I procrastinate at work. There are projects that I have to do regularly that I just can’t wrap my brain around unless it’s the absolute last minute. I drive myself nuts when I do it, but I do it all the time.
Home improvement projects? Why do it today when you can put it off until tomorrow. Example: When Harry moved out he took his bedroom furniture with him. Jen and I have been planning to replace it so that he can have a bedroom when he comes home. There are four boxes worth of an IKEA bed in his room as I type this. Have they been opened and assembled? Nope. That’s actually my main project for today, but it could have been done yesterday. Instead I repeatedly fell asleep watching Doctor Who. Peak level procrastination.
Even my stupid little creative projects get pushed off. I promised myself I would take the cameras out for a walk this morning, yet here I sit right at the high point of golden hour typing this silly post. Also, when was the last time I played guitar? Last month. Why? Procrastination.
Like I said, I am the king. You’re going to get a photo of that IKEA bed today if it’s the last thing I do. There comes a time when procrastination must end, am I right? Sure. I’m the king after all.
You didn’t think I was going to forget today’s haiku, did you?
No, I did not forget. Today’s hailu comes to you from the land of gastric bypass surgery recovery fun.
My stomach’s a jerk.
Why you gotta be that way?
Can’t you just play nice?
The cats are exhausted from a long day of sleeping and doing nothing. I’m exhausted too. I fell asleep watching an episode of Doctor Who. I woke up as it was ending, restarted from the beginning and fell asleep again. Ugh, doofus.
I am still hoping to do another photo walk in the morning but I really don’t know if I will have the energy. I have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow and I should probably sleep in, but the weather is going to be good for shootin’ pitchers so I am torn on what to do.
What do you think the cats would do if they found themselves in my position?
Sleep.
On the way back from the ocean this morning I stopped at a little park in Amesbury that I found by accident on a similar sunrise photo journey about a year ago. Again, I don’t like any of these. I feel sad. I did take some film shots though so maybe those will make me happy when I get the roll developed at some point in the next 100 years or so.
This is the Merrimack River.
This little river that dumps into the Merrimack is called the Powwow River, according to Google Maps.
In closing, the little church across the street is nice too.
I answered one of these daily prompts not long ago with a definition of imposter syndrome. That response works for today’s question as well. When was the first time I felt like a grown up? Let me answer with another question, have I ever felt like a grown up? Let me answer that one with yet another question, what does it feel like to feel like a grown up?
Who the hell knows.
I was a 26 year old college drop out working for peanuts in a warehouse. I made the decision to get my shit together and go back to school and get a degree so that I could get a real job and have a real career. It took seven years to achieve that goal, but I did it. Was the moment when I decided to get my life straight the first moment of grown up behavior? It might have been.
Could it have been the moment when I asked Jen to marry me? Could it have been the moment I spoke those marriage vows and became Jen’s husband and Harry and Bellana’s step father? Likely.
Should I look at this more abstractly? Is the difference between adult behavior and childish behavior accepting the fact that you cannot be in control of everything? If so then it would probably be the horrible night when we learned of Harry’s diabetes. We were in the ER at Boston Medical Center and we had to sit there helpless while he was in diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA) and the doctor was basically spelling out the numerous things that were trying to take his life, and she could not assure us that we weren’t going to lose him. You may think you know what terror feels like, but unless you’ve been through something like that you probably have no idea. We were utterly and completely helpless. Was that the first time I felt like a grown up? Scared out of my skull? It might have been.
I think the real answer to this question is that there was no defining moment. There was no specific instance where I realized I was a grown up. Instead it was a gradual process that took ages to complete and really just sort of… you know… happened. Maybe that’s what growing up is? Things just sort of happening?
Deep, man. Deep.
I made it to Salisbury Beach this morning. I took a bunch of pics and I don’t like any of them. I had the ISO set way too high because I set it high when I’m at home and I always forget to lower it when I go outside. It ruined all of my long exposures. Blah.
I think I prefer the 40mm lens to the 28mm lens for the sun itself, but the 28mm is better for the beach as a whole. That makes sense, right?
I had the ND filter on for a lot of these. Not sure which pic is the first one after I took it off.
From here on the ISO is set to 100 instead of 1600.