Change is on the horizon. All I can do is close my eyes and wait for impact.
Life is slowly but surely slipping out of my control. I tried to take a picture with a slow exposure with my daughter running around me to show the blur I'm feeling, but as she did that my son walked up and poked the lens. He's the ghost in the left corner. I was going try again, but I knew it would be impossible. This fits.
What in the world...? Today brought an unexpected blessing. Not a solution, but a blessing nonetheless.
Threadbare. My corduroys from college are within one wearing of being retired. Somehow that works on too many levels.
I tried to take a picture of my fabulous knee-high fuzzy socks, but WonderGirl got in the frame. She desperately needed to snuggle them, apparently.