I'm going to be forty and I don't know how I feel about it. Where did my thirties go? Everyone keeps telling me "It's not that bad." "Thirty was worse." Thirty wasn't that bad for me. Granted, I wore a tiara all day while my mom pampared me with a pedicure, hair cut, shopping and lunch. Forty though? Wow. It feels it didn't take me long to get here since highschool. Yet, at the same time my childhood seems like forever ago.
Am I officially old? Am I still young? Where do I stand now. I work with people who have never heard of Soul Asylum (I rocked runaway train in my youth damn it.) My own son did not know how to hang up a landline. He just kept pushing buttons trying to end the call the first time I called him on the house phone!
I hope I find someone that can teach me to appreciate my age, and look forward to the years to come. I don't want to dread the aches and pains I'm starting to feel in my joints. How is age changing me mentally? Am I more open minded or am I more closed minded?
Whatever the answers are I have no choice but to move forward; because that's the direction I'm going.
A lot has happened in four months. My son started high school, I celebrated 20 years of marriage with my husband, we've had Halloween, Thanksgiving, and we bought a new house.
It's always a huge deal to buy a home. Ours have been years in the making. We bought a home 11 years ago, and since then the neighborhood declined quite a bit. It was never considered a "good" neighborhood since we've bought it, but it was quiet and felt safe. It was just an older neighborhood.
We have been talking about moving for years, but we always dragged our feet. In the last two years it seems that it wasn't unusual for the police to look for people in our back yard, arrest people in front of our house, fights to break out, drug deals to go down, and things to disappear from outside the home. We finally had enough.
It started off that I was too embarrassed to invite people to my home, then to tell people the area I lived. Then I didn't want to be home, but was afraid to leave at the same time. Not knowing what I was going to come home to. When my husband would go away for work I worried someone was going to break in. Our pride in ownership was gone, and the house started to show it.
We are so much happier now. We feel safe in our new house. It's pretty, open, clean, and feels new even in it's 30 years of age. We still have a lot of work to do to make this a home. We hung a couple of pictures and placed furniture, but it still feels like we are a guest here. I can't wait for the day that I feel that this is our home.
Now it's time to prepare our previous home for sell. We need to paint, do repairs, and lay new flooring. I hope this goes quickly so we continue to move forward. We have memories in that house. A lot of good ones, and some bad. I don't regret living there. I would have never met the people we've met or have the church family we have.
On July 12th my puppy, Loki, had surgery to remove what was thought to be an invasive cancerous tumor. Every week for the entire month he was back at the vet at least once, but mostly twice a week. The location of the mass on his leg made it difficult to stay closed and heal. Let alone his Houdini ways with the cone. The good news was, it was not cancer. It was an abscess caused by a foreign object under the skin.
He had one four day overnight stays and a one night stay during that time. I was exhausted, he was in pain and frustrated. He was put on antibiotics and sedatives, and he was crated for 80% of the day for a month. He couldn't go anwhere and training came to a complete halt.
During this time I developed friendships and grew one with someone I didn't know very well, but have always liked. These people were resources of information who truly cared for Loki's well being and my sanity. They eased my worries, gave advice, and sent prayers. I am very grateful for these people. All are involved with dogs in some way. One is a former vet tech and dog mom who gave me all the medical information I needed when I was pulling my hair out. I would send her pictures almost daily of the incision site for her opinion, she answered questions about medication, behavior, and ways to keep him calm. One new friend is also a fellow dog mom who's own dog had surgery in the same area in the past. She knew my struggle. This friend makes reversible bandanas, collar covers, poop bags, and more. She would cheer me up sharing new fabrics, gave suggestions that worked for her, and understood my struggle making me feel not so alone. Both of these friends own bully breeds as well, purebred and mixes. We've had discussions on popular views of these breeds, my fears of being looked down upon walking my little beast out and about, and how sad it is that our dogs are demonized by some people and communities. The third friend is my dog trainer. She encouraged me when I felt Loki was going to forget everything he learned, when he would behave oddly, and whenever we had a set back. Which was almost weekly.
My friends and family were always there too. Social media groups I am in followed our struggle, sent well wishes, and also encouraged me. We are almost to the end of this trial. He is now in his cone part of the time instead of 24/7. He is no longer on antibiotics or sedatives. He even had a small outing last weekend to visit some friends at one of my favorite shops.
I can not forget my vet and her staff. She was new to us. We actually had his surgery the week we had our first appointment. She did everything in her power to help me. She was kind, and when I made mistakes she did not lecture or chastise me. She taught me and supported me. Her staff loved on Loki, took care of him, and was kind.
My husband and my son were the biggest help at home. When I was at work they took care of him. They also didn't mind if I went out for a girls' night to have a break from everything every now and then. When I had already missed a lot of work that week for vet appointments my husband took him for me. Since it was summer time, my son stayed home with him, took him out, watched his wound site, and kept the fort down while my husband and I worked. I am forever grateful and I feel so blessed to have them by my side.
It's been a journey that I never want to repeat, but I know now that if I have to go through this again I am not alone. Thank you to everyone who took this journey with us. Your deeds will not be forgotten.
Remember playing pretend as a child? I do. I don't remember having tea parties, or playing the bride. I do remember pretending to be an animal, a superhero, and a wizard. I had an imagination back then and photography has forced me to reach back in time and retrieve it.
I get to encourage play with children. Today's world has our children growing up so fast. You've seen the references of how back in our day we were happy to have those special scented markers, while today's children are using smart phones and tablets. Playing more with video games and watching videos instead of creating a story and telling it through play.
I want to encourage play and capture it. I want to use my own imagination and create. You've seen the photos of my dog. He's kind of like Barbie. He can have any career or adventure I choose. He may not know it. He's just along for the ride...and the treats. All the treats.
Just because you're a grown up...does not mean your imagination needs to stop. Mine did. When my kids were young I didn't know how to have imaginative play with them. I fumbled around with the Barbie dolls and the Legos. I missed out on that part in their development. We had fun, don't get me wrong, and I'm not a bad mother. However, if you are at that stage in your life where your kids are trying to use their imagination in play...join in. Fumble around, feel a little awkward, just don't miss out. That is a regret I have has a parent. I steered my children towards structured play because I knew the rules. Be silly, be creative. Your kids won't judge you, they will relish the attention they are getting, and you won't miss out on getting to know your child a little better.
Loki's biopsy is back. The abnormal cells seen under the microscope were caused by an abscess that resulted from a foreign object that burrowed under his skin. This could have been a bee stinger, or small piece of glass, wood, or metal. Whatever it was it had to small, because he never had a bleeding injury in that area. When I first saw the lump I thought maybe a wasp got him. He is still at the vet getting care. He is on stronger antibiotics to treat the infection and tranquilizer to keep him still during this part of his recovery.
Loki had a tumor on his leg that was removed last week. He is seven months old and already has a tumor. He has sutures and staples, and is not healing well at all.
This puppy is on four different medications twice a day. Two of which have sedative effects. However, the sedatives are not making him sleep through the healing process. They are slowing him down, but he is just loopy and confused when he's medicated. His wound is still bleeding and we are about to make our second vet trip this week; our fourth in two weeks.
I'm at my wits end. Training has come almost to a complete halt, he cries often because he doesn't know why he has to stay in his crate only to be let out to drink or to go outside. The good thing is, well maybe it's a bad thing and the cause of the slow healing, the wound doesn't bother him. He's more concerned about the cone and being locked up to keep him as still as possible.
We are struggling. No socializing, no exercise, no play. No long training sessions, and no time with his brother Thor or the other dogs in the house. Please send good thoughts and prayers his way so we can move on and continue our adventure together.
She did it! It was a close call too. She had a decent GPA, but one state standardized test almost ruined it all. Almost. The day before she was to walk to receive a "Certificate of Completion" instead of a Diploma we found out she passed the state test she was having trouble with.
My husband and I cried that day we found out, we cried the day she walked. She moved out when school ended for seniors, and we were crying then. It is so hard to let go and say "Go! Hope you do well." You kinda still want to be around to save the day. Now the house feels off. It's down to three of us. In four years it will be just my husband and I.
It's been so long since it was just the two of us. I wonder if we know how to "couple" anymore. Will it be weird? Will it be sad? Will be OK? I'm sure new routines will set in, I just hope we don't end up staring at each other wondering what to do with ourselves. I hope we explore and grow. I want to travel. I think it will be unsettling at first, but I think we will do alright.
I ended up hurting my leg a couple of days ago. It's not serious, but it's just enough to give me several days off my feet. I'd love to say I was doing a 5k or jet skiing, or something cool. Nope, just rushing to my car. Listen, I'm pushing forty and I'm a little overweight. Cut me a break.
So, I won't have any new works for a while, but that's ok. I could use the rest in this already crazy month. My daughter is completing school, the hubby is turning 40 and the boy is getting deeper in the teen years at 14. All this month. So I will be busy, and I will be shooting some I hope.
I've finally have been working on ideas that pop in my head instead of them sitting on the back burner as usual. I've been following through with ideas for Loki and I've had this tent for two years and finally got it out for the first time! A good friend and I have talked about doing this for a long while so we got to it. The little girl was a doll! She was excited and willing to follow direction as well as come up with her own ideas. During the editing process I decided to try out fireflies. The worse that could happen is that it would look cheesy and overly edited. It ended up working out.
I get ideas or someone inspires me and it just lays there in the back of my mind with a "one day" mentality. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to explore and experiment and just get on with it. My idea or inspired shoot will either be great....or it won't. The tent with a little girl in a flowy dress has been done. This shoot was inspired. I wanted to imitate and explore my way of shooting with someone else's vision. Most of the tent or teepee shoots I see, not all, are shot in natural light, are airy and with a light feeling. That's not my style at all. I do it on occasion, but it's not me.
Loki's "It" inspired shoot was a snowball. What happened was I am in a photography group called jpeg2raw, and every month there is a contest. The month of April is "Open" theme. I thought April showers bring may flowers and immediately bought a rain coat for Loki with no real idea in mind. Well, I was talking to my friend and she said "You have to do Georgie from It!" YES! I thought, and then I started planning out the shoot. I then decided that Pennywise would also have to make an appearance in the shoot.
So I went back online and ordered a cheap renaissance style collar and cuff set. I didn't need an actual clown, just hints of him. I read the book years ago, and it's the type of book where scenes sort of "stick out" and they aren't soon forgotten. So I had my own image of Pennywise the Dancing Clown and the spider-like alien form. I didn't use that form in this shoot neither did I use the werewolf or anything else. The clown is the most known form and I wanted to keep that. This also wasn't a shoot I wanted to spend a lot of money on either. I wanted it simple and it worked for me. I am very pleased with what I've been doing.
Not everything is a hit. The salt container idea wasn't super fantastic, but I did get to work on my composite skills and get the most out of the IT shoot. Photography is an art, but it's also an adventure. Even if part of that adventure is sitting at my computer.
People keep telling me how good I'm doing with him. That I'm dedicated and how good it is I'm willing to put in the time. The problem is, most of the time they see the good moments, because that's what I share to the world. For the last couple of weeks I've been able to get a full 6-7 hour sleep; which has helped so much. Potty training, however, feels like it's going no where. He was doing great for a while ringing his bell for number two. Now it's hit or miss. We are back to square one in that department. He seems to only ring the bell to go out and play now.
Then there's the rock obsession. I feel like some days my hands are in his mouth fishing out rocks more often than they aren't. I can't get rid of the rocks, they are under the sand as part of our septic system and the rain has scattered the ones that have come up through the Florida sugar sand.
I have days where I think I made a mistake getting a puppy. I often feel like I'm just not up for it. That's not his fault though. I made the decision, I was the only one in the house who initiated and followed through with getting him. No one else asked for this. The household pitches in when I'm not around, but ultimately he's my responsibility.
To be honest, I don't regret getting him. Not all moments or days are frustrating and I'm sure the cloudy patches will pass by and we can have a better bond, and a better understanding on what's expected of each other. I hope, soon, to have more days of joy with my puppy and less days of wanting to tear my hair out.