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One never really realized how much shit one has until you have to move that shit from one dwelling to another. Holy shit. I can't say that the last few days have been too eventful... well, at least not in an action-packed sorta way. We went to a friend's house for a brief social gathering on Friday night and then it was straight bustin' ass for the rest of the weekend. We moved completely out of our lease house and into the new place in three days. My mother came into town with her boyfriend and my sister for a day of assistance with the small stuff. I hired some hourly movers for the refrigerator and washer/dryer. Boxes and boxes and boxes and boxes... I don't want to look at another cardboard box for months. I did manage to time my moving trips in order to catch the Prairie Home Companion replay this afternoon. I love that show. Intellectual entertainment that is worth a listen every week. After all the boxes were in the house, I commenced the unpack. Getting my home office in working order was a high priority because I need it for work. It's a mess, but functional. I sped my progress with a little solitude and Philosomatika. I haven't made it to the park much recently and I definitely haven't had time to go out and shoot as much as I'd like. Honestly, I've only taken one shareable photo since Friday... an unsuspecting bug that was shaped like a ladybug, but had some different colored markings.





Friday afternoon I was walking to the car and thinking about why it's so hard for me to get into street photography. I have some perpetual hesitation when I see a shot that speaks to me, I just can't get my eye to the viewfinder. It's like I'm invading someone's privacy... taking something away that I didn't have permission to take. I walked right past this guy talking to himself. He was really going at it... rambling about something I couldn't understand, but it was full of rich feeling. He meant to be saying something important. I should have captured the angle that I first saw... it was great. You could instantly tell he was in the middle of a heated debate with an invisible opponent. Alas, my hesitation returned. I did was to remember this as a lesson in street photography. Clayton, get over it. I took this shot as he exhaled and leaned back in retrospection. Maybe he out debated his invisible pal?





I'm so tired. Ironically, my physical exhaustion is irreverent to my mental composure. I am mentally awake and ready for more... bring it on! Uh, but I am sore and achy... and generally uncomfortable. Whaaaaa. You want some cheese with that whine? I wish I had a good book to read. Reading has always put me to sleep. Tomorrow is my first day with "the big commute". I've been an IL'er (Inner Looper) for so long now that I'm sure there will be a serious adjustment period to not having everything you could possibly desire within a few miles of your house. I'm going from an 8 mile commute to a 25 mile commute. I know... that's not terrible, but it is not great either when you're talking about Houston traffic. I'm going to switch to the commuter bus as soon as I figure the routes out. I want a weekend where I can just veg. I feel like my free time was robbed by the moving monster and now it's back to the grind for another week. Ugh! Anyhoo, at least the move is done. Standby for hella house warming party! w00t! I guess I'll go. I hear a deep glass of wine calling me.

Goodnight.