Irene wanted me to write a blog, but I thought I'd try this for a year instead.
Years later, in 2011, I realize that the above no longer makes sense, since I have stopped photographing breakfast and instead occasionally put down random thoughts. These days I photograph our granddaughter's lovely face, paint for fun, knit and teach knitting at an after-school program for girls, and read. Life is good, if a bit slow, but then, so am I.
3 comments:
Ooh, your yellow is peeking through. How very sexy. Are you allowed to eat sexy eggs at your age?
LOL, nothing erotic, the white stuck to the pan. I'm allowed to eat anything but peanuts!
I know. I remember a famous occasion when you did and I insisted that the cheese ball had no peanuts in it. Quelle blamage!
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