Footloose and Fancy Feast
A cat photo instead of an article. We, the cat and I, are at work on another project right now, and by “project,” I mean Angel is napping watching me work.
“Carefree”? Hardly. There is much work to be done:
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daily prompt
Feast on This
Microwave cooking: From “well-done!” to “Well, done.”
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I don’t know how technology works.
To the best of my knowledge, this is how yo explain electricity: Step 1, flowing water or wind turns a turbine which looks like a giant screw, and Step 2, I walk through my front door, pick up a black rectangle, punch a red button, and “Dah dahdah, dah dahdah,” Sportscenter is on my television.
(Hilariously enough, and by “hilarious,” I mean not at all, I wrote technical documents—white papers—for electrical engineers for five years and instruction manuals that were used in home construction around the nation. You’re welcome. My work can still be found in various “Lowe Depots” across the land and in forgotten workbenches in garages everywhere else. Expertise takes different forms, and mine is in forming sentences. The engineers supplied all the science-y numbers that make buildings happen.)
Cooking is among my top several favorite activities to pursue when cooking is something to be done. I reminded my girlfriend of this recently:
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Hard Times Come Again No More
No, it is not your eyes. The photo above is a clear photo of a blurry moment.
The photo above was taken two nights ago while I was taking photos of the sun striking some clouds over a Walmart parking lot and the car door that I was holding myself steady against decided to remind me that it was not all the way open. It is an inadvertent action shot.
When I looked at the photo, at first to delete it, I recognized the scene like I was seeing an old friend that I had not hung out with in a few years: my old, uncorrected vision. From age seven till two years ago, the photo above pretty neatly captures what the world looked like when I took my glasses off, which I did quite frequently, as my eyes were often tired.
For me to tell you that the world was blurry was for you to tell me that rain is wet.
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The Gad About Town 