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.
You don't bother to name your breakfasts anymore, assuming we all know what you had. You could leave a comment saying, "The eggs were especially runny today." Or, "The juice had a lot of pulp in it." "The coffee was so hot, it burned my tongue." Etc.
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You don't bother to name your breakfasts anymore, assuming we all know what you had. You could leave a comment saying, "The eggs were especially runny today." Or, "The juice had a lot of pulp in it." "The coffee was so hot, it burned my tongue." Etc.
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