Aside from raising my older Kodak’s LED screen to my face multiple times (hmm, no view finder), my back up point and shoot caught a few fun pics on our trip. My Canon is off to the doc.
Sweet potatoes are probably one if the healthiest foods you can eat–that is unless you filet your thumb while trying to make fries with them.
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This year is our 42nd anniversary, but I thought I would re-post the poem I wrote for our 40th.
40 Years of I Do’s
He said will you, and I said I will;
we said I do, and we did
We said I do through the death of a child and a motorcycle wreck;
through a son’s car crash and a son’s heart crash;
through disappointments and unmet expectations,
and surpassed pleasures,
through lots of tears—from both laughter and pain.
I forgive, I love, I do.
We said I do through losses,
job changes, friend changes, geography changes, and physical changes,
baby boys and grandbaby joys;
and the years piled higher, one on another, as the I do’s piled higher still.
Our hair is thinner—mine more than his.
Our waists are thicker—mine more than his.
But for all the time gone by in a breath,
we said I do,
and we have said it for 40 years.
We had taken a couple of days off to go up the coast for rest and relaxation. I was having fun shooting so many birds, seals, and otters at this one pier, when STOP, I got the blue screen of death–actually, a black screen of death that said Error 20. My baby is sick, and I hope Canon can fix it. Sigh.