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The lad comes through and some pics

My Christmas shopping is finished! I knew if I waited patiently enough, the lad would come through with a Christmas list. He called today and hinted around that maybe he’d like a couple of things if I wasn’t finished shopping yet. I love the way he does that. So casually, sort of working it into conversation as if maybe I won’t notice. But definitely hoping that I do, of course. I jumped on it and now I am completely finished. What a nice feeling. And even better, a couple of the items have already been shipped. It took about two hours between ordering and shipment. Amazing!

Here are a couple of photos I took of the lad while he was home at Thanksgiving. I really like these. They are so true to how he looks. In the first he was deeply involved in relating school stories. Very intent on his story there. The second one catches that little bit of playfulness in his eyes. It was the only posed picture that morning.

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This is my dining room table. It is covered with flowery things and branches and berries that will, hopefully, turn into arrangements that can be hung on the wall. Out of chaos shall come...something pretty. We hope. I’ll let you know.

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I hope the pictures look okay. I wanted to load them on my desktop computer and do the Photoshop treatment, but my desktop has apparently died of a broken heart. I ignored it for two weeks and that was too much for it. I turned it on today and nothing happened. Well, except for a very bad noise and a blinking light and serious fan blowing. I have no idea what’s going on, but I think I must have killed it with neglect. Just dandy. Anyway, these pics were re-sized and prepared with one of Vista’s native picture manipulating programs on my laptop. Not very much manipulating available, I must say. So, it they’re a bit blurry or washed out, that’s why.

Posted on 12/10/07 at 09:27 PM
 




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