My upstairs hallway for the moment (will be down soon) is full of black and white prints, half of which are of me as a toddler. Many were taken from by my father who printed his own black and white 16x20s in his darkroom. The middle photo was given to me by my ex-boss who was an 'artistic' photographer with quite a reputation having shows across the country. He also printed his own stuff. The scene pictured is Liberty Street about 20 years ago in Ann Arbor. My father and my boss knew each other (photography world is small). My father dismissed my boss as being too 'artsy fartsy'. They had quite different audiences. My boss's prints hung in galleries; my dad sold negatives to stock photography houses. Which was more profitable? Probably my father's side business.
All needs to be boxed up.
Yesterday I ran around the track at the Y before going to the Livestrong class where we worked on balance and muscle strength. A woman who has taken the class for several years with me finally talked to me: she wondered what I called my variety of locomotion. Power walking? Very bad form running but I guess it may be closer to fast walking. Once I lose the weight, I will concentrate more on form I guess.
I found an office park nearby that had cleared sidewalks. It felt almost toasty at 12 degrees (as opposed to the last few days). Too much snow on the streets to run but I made 5 minute a piece circles around this office building. Round and around. Inner nag quieted.
When my grand dog Sunny the German Shepard was just a pup, we often went over to relieve her as her owners worked. One evening, I decided to have a snack on the patio keeping her inside as she would jump all over me as I ate. She leaped repeatedly at the patio door managing to lock it. Just great, my purse, with keys and cellphone were inside. Fortunately the garage door was open so I could get back in (usually closed). Today Sunny was up to her old tricks. Julie went outside for some reason and Sunny leaping at the door locked her out. We were called to let her back in (we have keys). Unfortunately for her, I was out running and Steve was out shoveling. The other Grandma, much closer, has keys too and rescued her. She had to leave work to do it.
Tomorrow a contractor comes to let us know what he can do with our house.