One of the first images taken last night with my brand new Lensbaby. I love it, but clearly, I have no idea what I'm doing.
I seriously cannot believe that today is already Friday. Is it me, or did this week fly? I feel like I ran out of time to tell you all about the stuff that happened. And so, I suppose, I'll just cram it all in here.
1. It's official, I don't have a Victorian-era disease. Remember last month when I thought I had consumption? Well, since then, I haven't stopped hacking. So finally, because I was tired of watching both Marcus and Alex recoil from me every time I collapsed to my knees in a coughing fit, I went to the doctor on Tuesday. After thorough examination (including, no lie, a test for tuberculosis), it has been decided that I am not dying, but instead have "reactive respiratory disease." Best I can figure, this is what doctors call asthma when they can't figure out what's causing the asthma. "I'm going to prescribe you an inhaler to manage it," said my doctor.
"Manage it?" I responded. "Thanks, but how do I cure it?"
"Move," she responded, without looking up from her prescription pad. "It's actually pretty common for people in Houston to get this after living here for a while."
2. Alex got existential. "Dad, we're art."
"What do you mean, we're art?"
"You. Me. Mom. Everybody's art."
"Oh. Well, if we're art, who's the artist?"
"Da-a-a-d! God's the artist."
3. I had lunch with Naomi Wolf. In a nutshell: she's lovely, and she made me think. If you're interested in the long version, I wrote about it here. I'd love to hear your thoughts.
4. I made an appointment to cut all my hair off again. It's time.
This one was taken pretty straight on, without (intentionally) adding any warp. The ones to follow were warped...
I seriously have NO idea what I'm doing, here. Does anyone have any tips?
Update, 4:34 p.m. I tried it out on Alex:
Hmm. I dunno. Still trying.