sicko

One of the pitfalls of not having a “real” job or office to go to is not having the satisfaction of calling in sick. There’s no justification of not wanting to get other coworkers sick. It’s just kind of like every other day of not wanting to work.

hydrangea love

When I was in college I worked for a photographer. Under the guise of my first design position, I mostly assembled proof packages and called the customers to let them know their proofs were ready. There was this *one* set of proofs of a little girl—a toddler—taken around Easter I believe, and there was a single shot that took my breath away. It wasn’t the lighting or the pose. It was a studio shot, for goodness sake. It was the little girl. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My reaction was so deep—I actually teared up when I saw it. And she was holding a little, fake hydrangea in her chubby little hand. I’ve never forgotten it. And, to be quite honest, I still have that proof somewhere.


reminders

Ever since that day, I’ve wanted a little girl. And I want her to be *that* little girl. And I’ll always buy her hydrangeas. Sigh…

done.


6:10pm, August 4, 2007.

Satisfied. And against my expectations, I didn’t cry—came close—but I didn’t.

What a masterpiece, Ms. Rowling—the entire series! What glorious characters! What amazing tales! Simply (or complicated, rather) brilliant!