Imagine, if you will, the opening credit montage of an early 1990’s British crime series on BBC America. I, the unassuming sheep farmer/pub-goer turned amateur photographer/mystery sleuth, make my way across the green moors of the English countryside with a jaunty spring in my step and a small film camera around my neck as my rambunctious border collie runs ahead doing border collie type stuff. I stop and look out at the rolling green hills in front of me; the camera pans the scene in my gaze before zooming in on my face and a twinkle in my all-knowing sleuthly eye as I light my pipe filled with 100% legal in the State of Michigan kush tobacco and then take a photo with my little jank camera.
Now imagine that absolutely none of that happened.
What did happen is that on Wednesday, I worked at the shop; it was bike selling chaos!! I was there 5 hours, and we sold three bikes and a baby trailer in about 25 minutes. On Thursday, I snuck out for a chilly walk at Meridian Park before grocery shopping amongst the masses, doing laundry, and cooking various meals for the unit according to mealtime, dietary restrictions, etc.
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The walk was short, the early spring landscape dull and brown, and the temperatures cool. I did grab a few OK shots, which was enough to scratch my creative itch before heading for groceries. Leave it to the black-capped chickadee to help a brother out.
Time to get showered before heading over to CMU for my first COVID vaccination. I’ll let you know if any microchips are implanted. Or will I???
Later.