End of the month.
It’s when our pension checks arrive and I get to move money around to assorted savings accounts.
It’s when I email the practice log to Brady’s trainer. The practice log lists all the adventures we’ve had during the month.
It’s when I put everything onto an external storage disk.
It’s when I turn a month’s worth of RAW shots into JPEG shots. RAW documents are huge and eat up space on the laptop.
It’s when I clean off the laptop desktop leaving only those files I need to have handy.
This month, it’s also when I wonder when my new laptop will arrive. The current laptop is starting to fail. Before it dies, I need to get a new laptop. This laptop has 500 GB of storage. It has 16 GB of memory. The new laptop that I ordered will have 1TB of storage and 24 GB of memory. I ordered larger memory because I’m tired of getting messages that RAM is almost all used up. I’m hoping with 1 TB of storage that I’ll only have to do end of month laptop chores every other month.
I’m not looking forward to the new laptop. It means I have to move things from one laptop to another and I don’t know how to do that. It means I will need to move music from one laptop to another, and I don’t know how to do that. I used to be able to do that by putting all the music on a usb drive and manually transferring from the usb drive to the new laptop. Except something has changed with the music and I haven’t figured out how to get the music onto a usb drive. I’m going to set up an appointment with the Apple folks at the campus bookstore to do all this fun stuff for me.
I’ve been doing some night photography. Last night, the full moon was partially covered by clouds. Because I shoot in RAW, I was able to tweak the photo in editing and the result is pretty much what I saw last night.
We’ve finally had rain, and I’ve been photographing what’s blooming.
Originally, I was going to work on realism this semester in my painting class. That didn’t work out.
I thought this was a landscape until I figured out it was art therapy. I see myself as the water under the glacier and I’m slowly coming out from a lifetime of misery.
Then, I started working on memories from when I was a little kid.
My grandmother, who couldn’t see across the room because she was too vain to wear glasses, insisted she could see sputnik.
There used to be magic in the night sky. The moon was made of green cheese. Or was hollow. Or was a giant dust bunny. As soon as Neil Armstrong’s boot touched the surface of the moon, the magic was gone. We traded magic for knowledge. I wanted to put the magic back into the moon so I painted it pink.
From there, I moved on to my childhood nightmares about nuclear war. Mine was the first generation to grow up with The Bomb. I had nightmares of burning skeletons. That morphed into repeating nightmares. One is of my teeth breaking. My mother thought teeth were a temporary nuisance and figured if she didn’t have teeth her kids didn’t need teeth. When I did finally have a tooth that crumbled, I got hysterical when the dentist told me I would need to have what was left of the tooth extracted. Losing a tooth meant my mother won and that would be a catastrophe.
I have ideas for another two paintings. One is a repeating nightmare where I cross Niagara Falls by walking from stepping stone to stepping stone terrified I will fall. Another is still forming in my head and I’m not sure I can accurately paint it.
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