“You should take more pictures” BW said to me the other day as we were perusing some photos I/we took this summer.
And, she’s right. I should. I’m not sure why I’ve stopped in recent months, but I have and I think I’d like to try again and get to shooting more.
The problem with this blog is that I/we are really not that interesting every day and as such I’ve been ignoring it. I’ve posted the odd photo to facebook but for the most part I’ve not photographed enough.
I’ve been inspired by this blog where the photographer took a photo every day for a **decade. **How cool would that be to go through your archives and look back at all that’s happened. He’s shooting in Toronto for the most part and gets out every day to take and upload a photo. He’s got photos of Sam the Record Man and other Toronto Landmarks that are no longer downtown. After a decade he called it quits quite likely due to the fact that he went from single guy to 2 kiddos and life and also: it’s pretty tricky to take a photo every day that’s interesting.
This could very well be another started project that doesn’t continue long but hey, I’m gonna try. And this spider starts things off..
The bachelor party for the dog and I is now officially over.
She’s home, and it’s great. The dog was a little indifferent, which is surprising. I thought the dog would be bouncing up and down like tigger but nope. But at about 3pm yesterday the unwashed car (you know who you are) rolled into the garage and BW bounced out.
The first thing I noticed was a: she got a haircut, and b: she smelled like laundry softener. I don’t know what they wash their clothes with in paraguay but there’s no lack of fabric softener. Ever walk into a soap store and think to yourself: how do they work in here? It smells so strong! - well, welcome to our house. I feel like I’m living in some strange world made up of soap and candy floss.
After getting the car unloaded (did I mention it came back unwashed?), and BW unpacked and sorted out, we buzzed over to our favorite vietnamese restaurant where the waitress knows us by sight and celebrated with eggplant and soup.
We came back, fed the dog and then at 6pm - BW went to bed.
Not only did BW bring me back a T-shirt, but she also brought a cold all the way from Paraguay with her too. So after a 14 hour flight, six hours of sleep and a six hour drive she deserves a little 14 hour nap and I didn’t see her to the next morning.
Meanwhile, back in the rest of the house due to all the excitement and unpacking I don’t think the dog got let out. She wasn’t out for a few hours before BW showed up, and then when BW went to bed the dog followed. This means the dog had not peed in sometime.
Usually, the dog is pretty good at letting us know OMG, LET ME OUT KNOW!, but I guess with all the excitement and the change in the routine all parties in the household dropped the ball and the dog dropped the contents of its bladder on the kitchen floor. I found this out by walking across an unusually wet kitchen floor in sock feet. It’s a lovely sensation.
BW is home, but with a cold and smelling like a soap factory.
The dog peed on the floor.
The car didn’t get washed.
And I couldn’t be happier.
Welcome Home, BW. We missed you. (ps, we’re almost out of pizzas and dog food)
I mean..helllo….there’s a WHOLE internet out there waiting to explored at your fingertips. And due to my nature I love to read and there’s loads of stuff online to read online and so… why go out? I’ve got a dog at my feet, a cup of tea and there’s a cool breeze from the window and the neighbourhood owl is telling me it’s almost time for bed. I’m set - nothing is needed outside the home.
But the problem with this reputation is when you do slip outside of the expected you get in trouble.
I present to you:
Ways a Husband Can Get In Trouble: Number 2454
Here’s the scene: It’s Sat am. I’ve been online for a few hours in the AM but eventually hunger and dog wanting a walk dictated that I get off my butt and do something about both of those problems.
So I got up and walked away from the computer and dealt with the dog and my stomach. And, I figured while I was standing I may as well run the broom around the floor and unload the dishwasher, and I think I even cut the lawn too - doesn’t matter
What does matter is that **BW likes to keep tabs on me at all times. ** So she saw that I wasn’t online on facebook or skype or a gagillion other ways we’ve been communicating online these past few weeks and so **BW started to get worried. **.
So she called. From Paraguay
BW: Where were you?
ME: what do you mean?
BW: You weren’t online
ME: Yeah, like for an HOUR.
A guy can’t win. He gets teased constantly by friends and wife (and to both friend and wife reading this: wife needs pantry - you two deal with each other now. I’m out) about being an indoor kid and secretly hanging upside down by his anti-gravity boots bu when I do go out I get panicky phone calls from BW. Again, I need to empasize this: **I was away from the computer for about an hour, two tops. **
Now I suppose I am to blame for this. If I tended to be more extroverted it would be assumed I would be out all the time, but I doubt that would work out too well either becauase then the complaint would be that I’m never home..
I guess the lesson learned here is being married is just like being 10 years old: You have to let somebody know where you’re going, and make sure you’re home when the streetlights come on.