If you build it...

Last year, April and I set a goal of booking ten weddings for 2006. We recently reached that goal. Doing so didn't come with as much fanfare as I expected (in fact, it was closely followed by our most challenging wedding shoot to date), which I am learning is often the case. Instead of toasting the accomplishment with pretty pink champagne glasses, we clanked together our cups of coffee and diet coke at Denny's on a nasty rainy night, somewhere between here and Arizona. We were both bleary eyed, and still had hours more to drive that night. It still felt great.

A Few Things

The time has come for me to accept that nothing which can be described as "mini" should be part of my wardrobe. I'm too old, too tall and too pale for it. That won't stop me from occasionally still trying on such mini things, and standing utterly shocked at myself under the harsh spray of dressing room lighting.

I would not call myself a fan of trail mix, but if I am given some, I will eat it with a ferocious love, a love that says "FINALLY, GEEZ, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, TRAIL MIX?" And then hours later promptly go back to forgetting that I like it at all.

Outside of my family, there is no one I know better than April, but I didn't know until a couple of weeks ago that she gets a pain between her pinky and ring finger on one hand when she is nervous. This has been happening to her for years.

Feeling blue today. One of those Mondays where the grey sky is making me sad, the news stories I've been reading are making me sad (just finished reading something horrible about a woman dying of an embolism while giving birth to her fifth child), work is making me sad.

I sometimes (often) hate whatever it is that makes me overly aware of how scary life is.

I'm longing for a nap underneath my bright red goosedown quilt.