I have some really bad news. Earth shattering, life altering, mind bendingly bad news.
I MISSED A DAY.
Full confession time: I have missed the occasional day before this, but I have given myself the leeway to take a photo to represent days that I missed. I HAVE to take it the very next day and it has to be a photo that I could have taken on that day* or it doesn’t count. Does that make me a cheater? Maybe. But there are just some days when I just get so caught up in the living part of life that pushing the shutter button gets lost in the hustle and bustle.
But this time, not only did I forget to take a photo, but it wasn’t until almost a week later that I realized it.
To be fair, I had been sitting at my computer for 10 hours working on a presentation that was due on Friday, so my brain was mush. And I did take a photo to represent the day so I’ll still have 365 photos at the end of the year (*cough* More like 365,000 photos. Whatever…).
But I can’t believe that it slipped my mind so completely, especially when daily photos have become such a habit. It’s making me really question myself. Did I remember to brush my teeth today? Did I remember to wear pants? Do I remember who I am? WHO AM I, GUYS?
I’m the girl who forgets to take pictures, apparently. 😉
I live just up the road from a Mini Cooper dealership. I don’t see many of them on the street, but the Brits do love their small cars. Unlike Americans, they aren’t likely to drive large vehicles unless they can actually fill them.
When I was flying over here so many months ago, I met a lady in the airport who told me to remember to look the opposite direction than what I’m used to when crossing the street. That little detail had never even occurred to me (I look both ways like a good girl anyways), but every time I see these signs, I think of that lady. I also think of the Lion King. “Everybody look left! Everybody look right! Everywhere you look I’m waiting at a stop light!”
If I were going to film a movie set in an old hospital, I would use the King George building. Can’t you just see girls in old fashioned nurse uniforms pushing gurneys down this hallway?
Unfortunately, I’ve had to change one of my resolutions
. I found out that registration price for the Spartan races is about 5x more expensive than I anticipated. So I’ve decided to just run a local 5k instead. Or ride in a bike race, maybe, since I prefer cycling to running anyways. We shall see.
I finally made it back to Stepney Bank Stables. I still didn’t get to pull out my camera to get any photos of horses, but I did find this lovely/weird mural on the street down to the barn.
This is the day I forgot. It’s probably because I spent 10 hours contemplating this very question.
It got cold enough this week that most of the boat pond froze over. Many of the birds stayed close to the island, where they could still swim in liquid water or stand on solid ground. Some, like this little coot, decided it was much more fun to slide around on the ice. Haha! (Also, I had never seen a coot’s feet before I started hanging out with these guys. If you haven’t seen coot feet, either, you should look them up