Big Fat Worrier
Sometimes I catch golden hour. This shot is from yesterday. I’m shooting a coffee product for a client so I get to take pictures of myself drinking coffee and sell them. Win, win! It’s not this easy but it’s not that hard either.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful. The biggest thing that happened was Bug wore a politically charged t-shirt to school. It was a gift from her dad. I was so worried that she’d get labeled something controversial. That her teachers might pull her aside or worse put something in her file. I worried needlessly. She told me I was more of a problem in my uneducated worrying than her shirt could ever be. “It’s just middle school, mom.” she said. “Most kids don’t even know what you are talking about.” Apparently she’s right because nothing happened except me worrying.
I had to come to see her after school was over to buy her a new violin string. She broke a string while tuning her violin in class. The school is super nice and replaced it for free but I had to show up. There she was standing on the front lawn of her school, chatting away with her orchestra teacher while wearing that shirt. No one said anything. No one even looked at me funny. I guess I’m just a big fat chicken worrier!
But what else is new? We all knew that.
I’m still working on painting my baby shark costumes. It’s coming along, slowly. I’ve been procrastinating on the space costumes and the photoshoot is looming. I hope I can pull it off. I need to sew a cat head and I don’t know how I’m going to do it. I’ll figure something out. I’ve been pondering it constantly. I think I do my most intense work while in the shower. Nothing like warm water running down your back to put you in a deeply thoughtful mood.
I’ve also been working on my puzzle. More than I should. Payam always rolls his eyes when I complain about not having enough time to get anything done but I’m willing to waste twenty minutes looking for pieces to match up. I don’t know what to say. It’s therapy maybe? It is very calming to sit and work on a puzzle. I work on it while I wait for paint to dry.
Yesterday while I was puzzling, Joon offered to make dinner. She wasn’t too keen on what I had planned to cook so she took it into her own hands to make her favorite: Spaghetti Tahdig. It’s kind of awesome having kids this age who will just up and cook dinner or bake a cake if they feel like it.
Mom’s worry its their job.
I don’t think my mother ever got to see my collection of political t shirts I think she was proud I cared enough to go on marches,though none of my family are politically active. I still do. Poor Matt’s been dragged to so many in five years.
I’ve all ways made it a rule to myself that I would never have anything on my t shirt, say, write that I would be ashamed to say in front of my mothers.
See, its good our moms worrying and guiding words which help hold us to these standards.
What would Mom do?
However I really admire the youngsters and “others” working so hard for us right now on the Extinction Rebellion
march, which lamely I am missing as I’m still in Wales. I do worry about getting arrested now, I’ve never been in trouble with the law and I teach so need regular CRB checks if I’m with kids under 18.
Hmm middle aged people worry.
Over and out xxx
P.s Only you could get a gig drinking coffee out of pretty little cups and get paid for it. (kiss)
P.p.s. Would love to talk to you about that networking event you went on a few months back. I need to start thinking bigger.