I decided to tackle the piles of photos on my craft table in the basement. It was nice and cool down there, out of the 90 degree heat. I broke the project down into several steps so as not to get overwhelmed. I promised my son-in-law a collage of pictures of the kids, so I worked on that first. Then, I updated our photo album, the one I keep for me and Dan. I have little albums for each of the grandkids, and I tuck in any extra photos for each of those. They are nothing fancy. I enjoy doing albums, adding some stickers here and there. I hope they enjoy having their own picture albums some day. Maybe it is the advent of smart phones, where everyone can carry their pictures with them, but neither my daughter or daughter-in-law do photos albums. In a way I envy them, as they can be a pain in the butt to keep up with.
The final step was to sort through all the remaining pictures and toss most of them. Not just the blurry pictures and the duds, but the ones of scenery that didn't turn out nearly as spectacular as the real thing, or the stack I had from a wedding where the couple divorced a year later. Or the ones of dogs that are now dead. Not even my dogs. I tend to get a bit snap happy with my camera.
This morning, as I type this, the street outside my window is bustling with activity, as it is the first full week of school. Students walking in groups past my house, a school bus passes by, parents driving their kids, and teens driving themselves. Added to all is an occasional garbage truck that squeezes in between two big cement trucks that are parked in front of the neighbor's house. The neighbor warned us yesterday that the activity would start bright and early. They are having a new patio and firepit put in, and they've promised drinks around the firepit so we can all see it!
There is something about cement trucks that I find intriguing. They remind me of big, lumbering elephants. I'm fascinated by all the wheels and spinning. When we had a section of our driveway poured a few years ago, I felt like a six-year-old, I was so excited to see the cement truck come and watch the guys work around this huge beast. I think I missed my calling. I would love to be the one who drives a truck like that. Everyone was waiting in anticipation when it pulled up, and our contractor and the driver both watch intently as the barrel rolled around and the mud came pouring out, judging the consistency. Wouldn't it be cool to drive something that big, be king of the road? And then the feeling of importance when you arrive and everyone is waiting for you with their boots and rakes and wheelbarrows and shovels, ready to go to work.
These are my thoughts on a Monday morning. Back to reality. It's another beautiful morning, still pretty warm, but there's the slightest hint of fall in the air. A slight breeze ruffles the leaves in the maple tree which is slowly showing signs of color. The sky is a deeper blue today, as much of the haze from the fires in the mountains has cleared.
One more cup of coffee and I'll start my day.