Today’s photo a day pic comes from my iPhone early this morning as it’s a working in the office day for me. I snapped a couple of quickies of my cellar music nook… an area of the house that I hope to make serious use of during my staycation next week.
The Pink Floyd Records in Reverse Release Order playlist that I am celebrating today during work has just officially reached Roger Waters. Welcome to The Final Cut, kids.
Four hours and 33 minutes until vacation.
We are out to lunch on this fine Sunday.
I’m delaying gratification as the UPS man brought me a new camera lens today and I haven’t played with it yet.
The web based Flickr photo uploader works in two steps. First you chose the files you want to upload. It preps them. You can tell the uploader which albums to add your new photos to, and what tags to give them, and what permissions, and what groups, and what people, and all sorts of fun stuff like that. When everything is ready you click upload and BOOM, the photos are uploaded to your account.
During this morning’s surprise guitar playing I took a picture for the photo a day thing using my mirrorless camera. I added them to the uploader, added some tags, picked an album to add them to, marked the permissions as being viewable by the public…
…and then promptly forgot to click the upload button. Oops.
On the off chance that something keeps me from getting home at a decent hour tonight (nothing will, I’m just doing what the boy scout motto said and being prepared) I took a picture in the kitchenette at work just to make sure my photo-a-day-butt is covered.
Enjoy… or something.
The doctor said it could happen soon. Hours or days. He recommended calling in the troops.
My father was moved to a hospice facility last night. It’s the same facility my mother went to in February 2023.
That’s not the cosmic coincidence the title of this post refers to.
He is in the same room. He’s in the same bed.
At first I was completely freaked out by this. Now, after stewing over it for about 12 hours or so, I’m beginning to see the romance behind it. He’s not aware of it, but if he were he’d probably be delighted by it. I’m going to try to choose to feel the same.
Visiting Dad again.
Random stops along the way on this summery Sunday.
Robin is either my emotional support cat or she just likes napping on the day bed and doesn’t care that I’m in here making noise.
I’m guessing it’s the day bed thing.
The Red Sox and the Astros are playing a day game today. The Sox are up 3-1 in the eighth inning. I’m just watching the game with my dad.
It would be better if we weren’t in a hospital room, but I’ll take what I can get.
Inside the Red Head's Head 