let it rain

Migas. We were thinking of going out to breakfast or going over to La Victoria Bakery for take-out tacos (say that fast, breakfast, ten times). Then we inventoried: we had a bunch of eggs, tomatoes, onions, salsa, shredded cheese. So we made our own migas and toast with fruit spread.

It was a slow, sleepy start to a cold, rainy day. Read a little newspaper which I would do on and off all day.

I tried to keep up with where my time went. That's always an interesting proposition. I spent about forty-five minutes finishing the project of getting the old slides from Mom's house out of these round, bulky plastic things for a long since dead projector and into archival sheets in archival storage things. I've been working on this how long? Since April or May? It's finally done. I did a few other straightening up exercises and threw away a few things off one shelf. The pile that was once eighteen cubic feet is now two or so.

Most of the poorly shot landscapes and unknown people went in the trash or a cull box. I kept one seventies picture of some tourist trap. It might have been in the Smoky Mountains. My mom was shooting a guy dressed in American Indian garb in front of a cheesy souvenir shop. A stranger stood nearby, not the intended target of the shot, surely. Her Beehive was tall, immoblile and black. Have to scan that shot in someday.