Among my thousands of projects is one to clean out my online photo host albums. I swear, as soon as I get twenty or so photos moved around or deleted on Snapfish, I add another twenty. Today I’m far away in 2007, and I think I’ve already been here. The folders have been reduced to just a few, and they have a feel of permanency.
I still have all these shots. Living room, 2008, on my backup hard drive and on disc. For all I know I have these on ZIP drive too, but no longer on Snapfish. Off with it’s head.
I hadn’t planned on being up here today. I told the Geezer that after school I was going to write and draw. There was a little writing, I admit, but then I dozed off over the lard. It was suggested I take a nap…and so I did. I’m still up here now having a third of a written essay on lard committed to the page. I was supposed to be expanding my thoughts on cookbooks. Now ignoring lard while I am deleting aged pictures. Feeling aged too.
Here in our town, one doesn’t have to beg. We have great services for the homeless. Many are Ex-Vets. If they are on drugs, alcohol, or deep into the horrors of PTSD, they probably can’t get to the help.
There’s always Boom.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: