Week 23 - Where I wish I Was

I have not forgotten about posting I have wanted to post I have them written in my head.  What I don't have is a picture.  I have not really done any shooting in a while.  I did get to go to a photography conference on Saturday and picked up a few tips.  The speaker was a real let down but I really love just being with other photographers.  Most of them are much better than I am but we all love to talk about our passion.  So, I thought I would dig and old photo and practice a little photoshop and dream.  I would really love to go back to Oakland but it is way too hot maybe in the fall. 

Oh, and on a sad note, we were cleaning up Mike office and a piece of paper had fallen behind the desk it looked like it had been shredded but a bad kitty. He liked to sneak in and amuse himself by shredding paper of all things. We still miss kiki!

Week 22 Monarail Monday

I have decided it is Monorail Monday.  No, I am not at the happiest place on earth although I could have been last week but had other commitments.  I am pretending today I am at the happiest place on earth.  I have a love hate relationship with Disney.  If I am there I hate it and if I am home I love it.  I love what it used to be and hate what it has lost.  The monorails run about every 10-15 minutes so you waste time standing and waiting or you happen to be at just the right spot at the right time which rarely happens to be but this time it worked. Thanks to photoshop I can remove the people and make it magical!

Week 21 - Oh How We Miss Arnold

Delayed grief, when Arnold first disappeared and we didn't know what happened to him it was really hard to accept he was gone and easy to pretend he "could" show up at any second.  Then when we knew he was dead we were in a mad run and really could not slow down to grieve it was easy.  We just kept running here and there and it was in the back of our minds we could not dwell on the thought. 

Now, things are slowly going back to normal and I am trying to go through and clean up my computer and I keep running into photos and the bestest kitty ever.  My heart just hurts a little more as if it is the day we found out all over again.  The other day the dog pack and I went out and we were coming back in and I accidentally called his name.  Sometimes I still think I see him in the shadows outside because deep down I want him to come marching his indignant self back home like this hiatus was all my fault.  I still close the door of the morning so he cannot escape before daylight.  I still remember how snugly he felt when I picked him up and how he loved to head butt you.  I am comforted that we had a great last day together.  I can't bring myself to put up his bowl, although I did get rid of the food and cat treats and a few of his least favorite toys.  I did wash up all his blankets so they would be fresh for him.  I am waiting for the day I quit looking for him and quit being sad when I think about him!