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Old Friend

There’s a saying I picked up somewhere about the best camera being the one you have with you. With the omnipresence of the cellphone camera, I almost never dig out the big guy any more. Why bother with the bulk and the weight?

I need to bother. 

I love photography. I’m not very good at it. I spend too much time with the dial set to Auto or P and the only way to break that habit is to get out and shoot. I’ve looked into local photography classes but nothing really appeals. I have seen some that interest me in Columbus, but I don’t want to set myself up for having to make that drive every week, especially as we head into winter. 

Heading into the third week of November, we’re well past peak leaf season but I may head out on a photo walk this weekend nonetheless.  

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Stitchin’ Saturday 

Well, technically it’s been a stitchin’ Friday AND Saturday, but alliteration rules. 

In my endless, glacial-speed attempt to make friends locally after five years, I spent yesterday evening at a pajama party with some local knitting gals. 


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In the end, I’m really glad I went. Met a couple of new ladies, watched a couple of fun movies and swatched for a sweater (wrong gauge, natch) and worked on Furrow sock #1 (Rav link). 

Today was the weekly coffee shop Meetup. Cast on Reyna attempt #3. I just can’t find a color combination I love. 


This one has a certain autumnal / VT thing going on. I’ll give it a couple more repeats and see how it goes. Only got a couple more rows knocked out while watching Caps-Bruins. Way too tense to knit and purl. 

Since we’re getting an extra hour of sleep tonight, I’m curled up with Dr. No and Cozy Afternoon (Rav link). Decided to finally use some of the yarn I picked up in 2016 at the Wool Gathering. 


Just finished picking up the stitches for sleeve #2. Now for some decreases and endless stockinette.  The yarn is a little scratcher than I’d like; I’m hoping it softens up a bit with the first washing. 

BloPoMo? Maybe…

Everything I do anymore is online but I don’t feel like I’m really recording anything (yes, I know that makes NO sense).  While what I really need to do is start journaling again, my phone is never far away – sad but true – so I’ll try to at least drop a couple of lines a day in November and see what happens. 

In my mind, I planned for this to be a massive post on knitting. That’s not going to happen. 


I went to a fiber festival in KY in May with a couple of ladies from the knitting guild and picked up some yarn that I didn’t need, but it was so shiny. 


It was an extremely awkward trip for me. I sort of invited myself along and then felt uncomfortable for hours. You’d think at my advanced age, I’d be over this whole socially awkward thing. Not so much. 

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2017 Travels, Part Two

The past couple of years have found me in Pittsburgh in early June, doing their 5K on marathon weekend.  With one of my best friends living in Buffalo – a city I visited once in high school on a field trip and barely remembered – I decided to continue to change things up and go on a road trip to western New York.  Since my good friend is a teacher and had to work on the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, I headed up early and went on a side trip to Niagara Falls, because you know how I delight in playing tourist.

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For the end of May, it was a chilly, windy day but that didn’t keep me from going full on Maid of the Mist. I could almost feel my toes at the end and everything. Even with the clouds and the bluster, the views were lovely.

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The rest of the trip was a whirlwind of food, beer, an architecture tour with Explore Buffalo and, of course, the Buffalo Marathon 5K.  I even managed to squeeze in a hash, even if it was more of the “auto” variety. I’ll definitely have to make another trip back to Bison City but hopefully it’ll be a bit warmer.

A trip to Buffalo wouldn’t be complete without wings and beef on weck.

 

2017, Part One

One of my New Year’s resolutions for 2017 was to try to do more new things, a little bit less of the same ol’, same ol’. In the 5 years since I’ve moved back to Ohio, my “social” life – such as it is – has been remarkably predictable. Being an introvert makes it incredibly difficult to make new friends, so the vast majority of my social interactions have involved hopping in my car and driving to Pittsburgh (for weekends with friends, campouts, the occasional 5K).

To change things up this year, I decided to do a r*ce I’ve been contemplating for the last couple of years: The Cooper River Bridge Run in Charleston, SC.  I’d never been to Charleston, so I figured doing a 10K with friends was an ideal way to combine exercise, travel and my comfort zone.

A Krispy Kreme doughnut at the finish line, fantastic food at the beach and great friends in a huge beach house to pass the time. I’d definitely like to do it again, but I’m going to skip 2018 in the hopes of finding a new adventure. The tentative plan is a jaunt across the border, but I have to renew my pesky passport in order for that to happen. Stay tuned.

Exercise in Futility

So, there’s a solar eclipse rolling through these here parts in just over 48 hours. As usual, I put off looking for glasses til the last minute and – like the rest of the universe – am finding them impossible to find. 

I’m a last ditch effort, I went to the Centerville-Washington library where they were giving away pairs of glasses. 



Needless to say, I didn’t make the cut. The excitement came when a woman who had been in line since sunrise let her husband and children in line with her just 5 minutes before the giveaway, so the people who had been there for hours were suddenly cheated out of tickets.  To say there was anger is an understatement. There were several older people who missed out because of this family’s entitled sense of self-importance. Fortunately, it didn’t descend into a physical altercation but it very easily could have. 

As for me, HRG is disappointed that she didn’t get any eclipse glasses but she got consolation donuts so she’s good. 

That Can’t Be Right

Twenty months? It’s seriously been twenty months?  I mean, nothing has happened in a year and a half but that’s no excuse for not posting even the most basic “W’hoo! The Cubbies won the World Series!!” post.

No, really, they did. It was awesome.

Same job, same exciting non-social life, same knitting works-in-progress.

I did go to Charleston to do a 10K and later to Buffalo to visit a friend and do a 5K.

Will try to do better and bore on a more regular basis. The Happiness Project suggests one-sentence daily journaling as a project. If I manage a paragraph, in call it a win.

 

You Win, Universe

I thought once the page on the calendar turned and the horrid month of December was put behind me, I’d finally be able to exhale and start to relax again.

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!  My tire pressure light had been on for a few days and I did the responsible thing – I took it to the dealership at the crack of dawn and asked them to check my tires. Once again, they patted me on the head and told me, “Oh, little lady, it’s just because the temperature dropped recently.” Yeah, well, I wish I had that dude’s phone number as I was sitting on the side of the interstate at midnight on my drive back from C-bus. Then again, I can’t be held responsible for what I would’ve done with a tire iron. Roadside assistance swept in to the rescue after about 45 minutes but I was still mad a hell. Looks like I’m driving the Buick for the rest of the week!

That’s the other thing – I was on my way home from a whirlwind trip to Columbus for the Capitals-Blue Jackets game (a little belated birthday present to myself). Apparently, the boys didn’t get the memo because they ended up losing in a shootout. Ah well, we got a point out of the hot mess and frankly I knew they were going to lose. Apparently I’m quite the bad luck charm for the Caps at Nationwide.

Had fantastic seats adjacent to the Caps Road Crew, so I wasn’t alone in sporting my Backstrom jersey. However, between the seats, the snacks, and the %#@(!#* new tire, it turned out to be quite the expensive little venture.

Happy 2016!

Apparently, I feel it’s time for my annual blog post.  So ashamed, but I just haven’t made blogging a priority.  Maybe if I can convince myself to make one day a week my regular blogging day, I can at least eke out 52 posts a year? I suppose it would also help if there was anything going on in my life that I felt was blog worthy.

Since I never succeed in keeping resolutions, this year I’m just going to go with goals. My photo-a-day entry today sums them up nicely:

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Snap more, knit more, sweat more, travel more, read more & write more. That’s not much to ask is it?

To that end, I’m planning to:

  • Visit the two local photography clubs in the next couple of months to decide if I want to join either of them;
  • Attend knitting guild meetings and attempt to make more of the Saturday knitting meetups. Somehow the stitches flow easier with company;
  • Make sure my rec center renewal went through. I also think I may finally join the Ohio River Road Runners Club. I’ve already registered for the Pittsburgh Marathon 5K. The Hall of Fame 5K is also on my to-do list, as well as the Asheville 10K. Other events are TBD;
  • Traveling is a toughy.  Due to budgetary constraints, most of my travel for the next couple of years will most definitely be domestic, but I’d still like to renew my passport (it helps to know I have a standing invite to Toronto). Savannah is on tap for March & Asheville is in the works for June, along with randomly scattered trips to Western PA. Everything else is up for grabs.
  • Reading & writing are two sides of the same coin. Whipping my way through a stack of trashy romances is never a problem; reading novels with slightly more substance than fluff isn’t my forte – I blame being an English major.  I love the written word but sometimes I just want escapism.  Going to try to work on finding a balance this year. As for writing, I made the potential mistake of soliciting a dozen penpals from my Facebook friends. Only time will tell if I manage to get letters in the mail.

Almost a year?!?!?

I had no idea.  I mean, I knew I hadn’t posted anything in a while, but a year?!?  I guess when you’re just throwing words out into the ether, when there’s no echo, you don’t think much about it.  Since putting down words has always been more about me than y’all (sorry, y’all), I should do what I can just to catalog the ins and outs of mi vida loca – if for no other reason than to distinguish the days that run one into the next.

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I still love photography but I’ve struggled to continue to pursue it. I can make all the excuses in the world, but at the end of the day it’s just me being lazy. My problem now, as it has ever been, is that I expect people/places/things to jump up and down and say TAKE A PICTURE OF ME.  I either don’t possess or have yet to develop an artist’s eye – a way of seeing something and being able to compose the photograph in my mind’s eye, rather than the camera and then editing to death with software.

I went to a photography Meetup with a Cincinnati-area group last weekend.  We shot an event called Garage Brewed, a motorcycle show that took place at Rhinegeist Brewery.garage

There were some interesting cycles – I find I have a decided preference for the more classic Indian & Triumph bikes – but I wouldn’t say I got any shots I really loved.  The only way to get better is to keep shooting, but I guess I’m just not as creative or accomplished as I feel I should be, so I just give up.

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The downside to my experiences with this particular meetup group has been that, while there have been events at which people have gathered, there hasn’t been any sort of social aspect.  I really miss that about my DC photo meetup crew. There were a couple of familiar faces and I’ll probably go back because there are a couple of events that sound like fun, but I may propose going to a coffee shop or a bar for a pint afterwards just so we can actually sit down and talk.  I’m vaguely considering setting up a photo group in Dayton – the only ones here tend to be portrait/person based, which holds ZERO interest for me.

Ten days ago I said I would blog every day in February.  Today I finally got around to my first post.  Hopefully my next won’t be 46 weeks from now.

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