Memorial Day

In the past, this has traditionally been called Memorial Day Weekend, the unofficial start of summer.

This year, however, it’s the Memorial Day Washout.

I know, I get it. Instead of complaining, I should focus on the positives like how much the grass, trees and flowers will benefit from three inches of rain, not to mention what I’d have paid in my water bill to supply three inches of watering to the lawns.

And there’s also the side benefit of all the pollen being washed out of the air, especially at the height of tree pollen season.

I get all that.

Unfortunately, I also get screaming messages from arthritic joints asking if the world is ever going to get dry again. After three days of solid rain, anything that bends in my body hurts like a son of a bitch. The new 2 in 1 Advil’s do help, but it’s probably not a great idea to pop them like a bag of M&M’s on the day after Halloween.

I could probably take less if I washed them down with Jack Daniels, but… let’s not go there.

No, Dr. Cohen, if you see this, I’m only speaking hypothetically.

As we age and our bodies betray us, we also reserve the right to bitch and moan about it, a pastime I partake in with some degree of pleasure. That’s what this is all about, despite those rumors concerning the hokey pokey.

If it’s possible to complain with gratitude, this is what I’m doing. Were it not for the sacrifice so many have made, I might not have the freedom to do so. I might not even be here to do so.

The weather has no bearing on the true reason for Memorial Day, and this is something we should all remain clear on.

With that off my chest, I understand that June has been declared Pride month, so I shall unfurl my banner and prepare it for prominent display for the month of June.

The Elephant In The Room

Let’s address the obvious elephant in the room, also known as “What happened to the words of prey site?”

For the 4 or 5 folks that followed it, I thank you.

Here’s the deal – when I set about trying to write in 2016, it was a lot of fun, and the community of indie writers like me was only a fraction of what it is today. The number of folks putting words on paper has virtually exploded, and there are a lot of talented folks telling some compelling stories now.

The market, however, has not grown at the same rate, thereby making every call for submissions met by a tsunami of hopefuls. That rachets up the number of rejections one gets because publishers are only going to use so many tales.

And that leads us here. When the writing became less fun and more stressful by virtue of the difficulty landing work here and there, I stepped back and asked myself why am I adding this aggravation? I do this for fun, and if the fun is going away, well cue up B.B. King’s “Thrill is Gone” and play it loud.

At the same time, I’d been pulling out my cameras more and more, and as luck would have it, I came across a rare bird. In late 2013, Nikon introduced a camera that many would dislike, but a select few would absolutely need to have. The Df (stands for Digital Fusion) is a pro class DSLR at heart, but brings back the controls and ergonomics previously found on film cameras like the FM and the F4, which were my personal favorites of all time.

Df control layout

As of today, I now own two of these cameras. I gave my previous D500 pro level camera to Anita to upgrade her gear, and I’m going to stick with these for the duration of the remainder.

Will I ever write again? I imagine so… I’d guess that an idea will occur to me, and I’ll sit down at the keyboard and see where the idea takes me, which is the path all my work has taken. Never say never, as Mr. Connery learned.

But, will I go through the hassle of spending hours submitting, researching, then submitting some more? Not very likely. I currently have a book that I began some time ago, and actually made a good deal of progress with. When the motivation strikes, I would like to see if I can get that finished. If I succeed, I’ll likely self publish it on Amazon as a Kindle book and leave it at that.

Time will tell.

Caricature by Donna McCarthy

Transitions…

Time never stops moving, changing… and so, it seems, do we. This is the new home for all things Anita and Bob. You’ll find our images here, Bob’s writing (as G.A. Miller) is now here, and the best part?

There’s lots of room to grow into.

Today was about laying the foundation down. Tomorrow begins adding new rooms, new levels and new adventures as time moves along.

Why not stick around and see where it leads?