Just to warn you, this image of a boot-as-a-planter has absolutely nothing to do with the of text that is to come after it. I just thought I'd go through some of the photos I've taken this summer and never posted and, well, post them. I bought a bunch of expired medium format film and find my results middling, at best. Mostly because the film is old. I'm trying to see the beauty in them all the same. I'll post more later.
I finished a P.G. Wodehouse novel today at lunch. I've been reading it in small drips and drabs, mostly in the bathroom and over lunch. For the Wodehouse unintiated, his novels are hilarious romps through the landed gentry of England full of star-crossed lovers, mistaken identities, theft, terrifying aunts, often pigs. The plots are convoluted and a bit silly, but you read them because he does acrobatics with language, has you laughing out loud in public, and just makes you feel good. Plus everything ends as it should. The one I finished today, Piccadilly Jim is not one of his jewels, but it had me hooting over lunch multiple times.
I need to start carving out more time for reading. I miss it. I need to generally slow my life down. I am tired these days and over committed and I'm not sure to what end. I think I need to examine my life and toss the unimportant bits. I've been trying to do that with my possessions and clothes. I think my mental state could use a bit of cleaning as well.
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