Between Aunt Sue and Miss Bella taking photos is about enough to put me under. Neither one of my girls will pose for me or let me shot candids. I guess they do not take after mom. I LOVE to have my photo taken-- but not these two. Bella mainly wants to attack the camera strap and Aunt Sue just pouts and threatens. I know it could be worse. I could have no one to love and take photos of. It can be challenging sometimes. I have been debating with Aunt Sue about letting place all her meds in the daily container I do for her. She fights me and wants to keep one out. I fill 1 and then she won't let me put in the 12th pill. I explain that sometimes the doctor asks me if she has taken such and such and the only way we can know for sure is if we see what is missing form the daily pill box. Then I
chase Bella down who has ram sacked the entire house in a few brief minutes. I think I am getting pay backs for laughing at Marlene. She is always getting one of her 4 out of some type of trouble. I can kind of predict now when certain background voices are going to cry out. I guess animals and Aunt Sue are my way of learning to be patient and also something to talk to God about. Life can be very daily, between routines, maintenance, work, family and all the rest the years slip by. I finally look old to myself when I look at photos. I am an adult. It is strange to be an adult. When did it happen? Some would argue it hasn't yet happened. I know it is still a bit alarming when I realize that I am in charge or my friends are the parents. I know that the number of people who are dead that I love has increased as I guess is natural with age. Scott is right I think way to much but isn't that what separates us from the beasts? Aunt Sue always chimes in that the unexamined life if not worth living. It just seems that often in our busy lives we miss the contemplating and actually live. I figure why wait until I am sitting in a rocking chair somewhere, reflect now. For a current photo of Aunt Sue I may need to sneak in while she sleeps:)
Between Aunt Sue and Miss Bella taking photos is about enough to put me under. Neither one of my girls will pose for me or let me shot candids. I guess they do not take after mom. I LOVE to have my photo taken-- but not these two. Bella mainly wants to attack the camera strap and Aunt Sue just pouts and threatens. I know it could be worse. I could have no one to love and take photos of. It can be challenging sometimes. I have been debating with Aunt Sue about letting place all her meds in the daily container I do for her. She fights me and wants to keep one out. I fill 1 and then she won't let me put in the 12th pill. I explain that sometimes the doctor asks me if she has taken such and such and the only way we can know for sure is if we see what is missing form the daily pill box. Then I 
chase Bella down who has ram sacked the entire house in a few brief minutes. I think I am getting pay backs for laughing at Marlene. She is always getting one of her 4 out of some type of trouble. I can kind of predict now when certain background voices are going to cry out. I guess animals and Aunt Sue are my way of learning to be patient and also something to talk to God about. Life can be very daily, between routines, maintenance, work, family and all the rest the years slip by. I finally look old to myself when I look at photos. I am an adult. It is strange to be an adult. When did it happen? Some would argue it hasn't yet happened. I know it is still a bit alarming when I realize that I am in charge or my friends are the parents. I know that the number of people who are dead that I love has increased as I guess is natural with age. Scott is right I think way to much but isn't that what separates us from the beasts? Aunt Sue always chimes in that the unexamined life if not worth living. It just seems that often in our busy lives we miss the contemplating and actually live. I figure why wait until I am sitting in a rocking chair somewhere, reflect now. For a current photo of Aunt Sue I may need to sneak in while she sleeps:)
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