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.
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I always have to laugh at your café latte, because it's so huge compared to the rest of the items on your place mat. It's a real big American coffee and I thought I drank a big mug full. Bon appetit!
And sometimes I wish I had more, but that's all I can handle. Without it I'm very cranky.
I can't start the day without at least one mug of coffee. I would sleep through the day without it.
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