Good days, bad days. Wednesday wasn’t so great. I kept myself occupied doing business things that needed to be done. I also organized the stories I need to read again before adding edits with Tim (so writers, and you know who you are, you should be hearing from us soon). And I started putting stuff together for my plans for this year’s 30 Days of Creativity in June. If you click on that link, you should be able to see the suggested themes for each day if you’d like to create stuff, too. Even if you can’t do it every day, one of the themes might inspire you to create something and post it to Create Stuff’s Pinterest board to share with others. It’s fun to create and see what other people do with the same theme.
Anyway, what with having a bad day, I opened a photo album late and spotted this photo, which I swear I’ve never noticed before. It was just what I needed to make me smile.
My mother wrote on the back of the photo, “Watching TV.” I don’t know what was on, but clearly it had David’s and Debby’s attention. Though I was known to shout, “Eight-thirty! ‘Wagon Train!'” in my wee years, my interest was on the photographer and not the TV.
Notice that it appears my thoughtful mother provided each of us with our own ashtray. Actually, I still have the big ashtray in the middle. I was going to shoot a photo of it because I thought it was in a kitchen cabinet, but I must have packed it away since no one smokes at The Compound.
That’s a bigass ashtray in the middle!
I also have to laugh at the visual your brother’s left foot gives.
Whenever I glance at his foot, all I can see is that shine on the coffee table. I don’t understand why I didn’t get the “I love cleaning” gene.
Just wanted to let you know that I’ve been thinking about you lately. Sending good thoughts your way. *hugs*
Thank you very much. I appreciate your hugs and thoughts.
I LOVE those bean bag ashtrays! When I was young, various relatives smoked (that was before the surgeon general got involved) and I used to have the best time “plunking” the bean bags where they were needed.
But the worst was if they got wet and soggy.
Everybody used to smoke. It’s easier for me to remember the relatives who didn’t smoke, ’cause that group was much smaller.
“And just look at that shine!”
Meh, tables always look shinier in black and white. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Maybe I should start photographing my house in black and white only. Even the windows would shine!
Did y’all really sit together like that? It’s not like you look like you liked each other. 🙂
Who knows? To me, that just looks like an invitation to “She’s TOUCHING me.” “He touched me first!” “GET AWAY!”
It was probably all for the photo. Or we could have just been smoking buddies.
Sweet!
=)