I took all these today, but I don't feel like I have much to write about. There are the yellow leaves and fall light, nothing I've ever been able to photograph. The old rusty rail of the train track that separates the parking lot from the soccer field. An accidental heart on the ground. A heart I made from acorns because I was missing SG.
I was scolded, vigorously scolded, today by an older woman one car ahead of me at a stoplight. I'd called SG as I walked out of the medical office and into the startlingly beautiful day, and I wasn't thinking as I started my car and drove out of the parking lot, filling him in on my visit. She saw me, talking and not using my headset. She delivered a disgusted look to me via her rear view mirror, and then wagged her finger at me and said words I couldn't make out, but could well enough imagine. She was so very angry with me. And I laughed at her for making such a stink, even though, really, she was right and I should have been using my headset.
I've just begun Steve Martin's book, Born Standing Up: A Comic's Life. I've been a little under the weather, and I'm hoping to kick back and read this weekend. Maybe for one or two whole hours. It's the sort of last weekend of soccer, except for Lex's tournaments the next two weekends. I know the kids loved it, and I did too, but I'm ready to welcome back my Saturdays.