A Red Letter Day

Okay, red letter day, red letter day—I left the house and I didn’t even have a photoshoot to go to!!!! And was that just the beginning. I ate breakfast at Denny’s and came out with a clean t-shirt. Then I went to the Veteran’s Cemetery for photo and when I got home my new bed pillow was waiting on the front porch. Now if that is not a red letter day I don’t know what is.

And I had extra syrup!! When I eat at Denny’s I wear a t-shirt under a regular shirt. I leave the regular shirt open—all the syrup drips go onto the t-shirt and when I leave I button the regular shirt. Today, I was able to leave the regular shirt unbuttoned—that doesn’t happen often.

I was so proud I hardly knew what to do with myself. Many years ago I went on a road trip with an aunt, uncle and my cousin J (the names have been changed to protect the guilty.) J was several years younger than me and oh so spoiled rotten. I guess she was about five or so then. Somewhere in Wyoming or Montana J felt compelled to announce to everyone that she was being so good she hardly knew what to do with herself. Today, leaving Denny’s I knew exactly how she felt.

I had gone out last weekend to photograph the wreath laying at the Houston Veteran’s Cemetery. I photographed mostly people so I wanted to go back today and photographs the wreaths. I wanted to get a photo that gave some idea of the number of wreaths—hardly possible since there were 31,000, but I wanted to get several in one photo. I took the 200mm because I wanted to compress the markers as much as possible—should have taken the 300 with the extender and a tripod. I also wanted to do some close ups with the Samsung which I did.

Then when I got home the box with the new pillow had arrived. I am looking forward to tonight. I gave up on pillows years ago and just accepted the fact that I was going to have a headache when I woke up. Anything that presses against the top of my head and it will be blowing out the top the next morning, so soft pillows are a no no. Actually for the past ten years I have been sleeping on buckwheat pillows—which is very much like sleeping on a contoured rock. The one I have must be worn out because I used to be able to run my hand over it to smooth it out to start from scratch, but now that doesn’t work anymore. So now I have a rock with lumps. For a while I toyed with the idea of making my own pillow with the gel that they use in wheelchair cushions, seemed like an ideal solution, but never got around to it. The new one is from the company that makes the Sleep Number Bed so it is ridiculously overpriced—the last time I paid this much for a pillow was for two kingsized goose down pillows back in the Sixties—then I got two for less than this one. I won’t throw out the buckwheat because there is a thirty day return policy and believe me it will be a great improvement or it’s going back. So wish me luck!!!!!