Hello, welcome to #weekendcoffeeshare! If we were having coffee, I would love a cup, maybe even a cup of hot cocoa.
This week has been…a week, all right. There were surprises, laughter, tears, anger, and just plain weirdness.
First, my excursion with my night photography class last weekend was lots of fun, despite the scariness of driving on a dirt road for about 20 miles in the dark. I had to turn on my high beams to see ahead. It was that dark. I got some awesome shots though, especially of the Spiral Jetty (that’s the name of the location). For a beginner to night photography, I would call it a success. Here are my favorites:
The image on the left is so bright because it was lit by the moon. Though it was only a crescent moon, it was surprising how much light it’s casting on the subject below. The 2 shots on the right were not lit by the moon. What a difference, right?
If we were having coffee, I would tell you my co-workers and I went out to lunch this week. What a treat it was! We laughed and we got caught up in the events in each other’s lives and despite a few of my co-workers are twice my age, it was surprisingly easy to talk to them. One of the reason might be, um, they’re not my mom. They don’t tell me to shut up or overreact to things.
Now, onto the tears…
I woke up crying on Monday morning. It was a dream that made me cry. In the dream, I learned I had to get brand new tires for my car. The salesperson somehow said I needed 2 sets of tires. Fine, whatever, I thought. How long did I have to wait? 3 hours? As I waited, I began crying and I think it was because I just spent over $1000 on tires.
Thankfully, that was just a dream. Phew…
Something else happened though. On Thursday morning, as soon as I fired the car up, a notification came on, one of my tires had only 9 psi (pounds-per-square-inch) of pressure. Uh oh, flat tire alert. Without thinking, I drove to the nearest tire shop, which, unfortunately not set to open for another hour.
So I ended up sitting in my car for the hour, tossing a heat pack between my hands to stay warm while pondering on that dream. How prophetic am I? I somehow knew I had tire problem before I knew I had tire problem.
Unlike the dream though, I was able to fix the flat tire for no charge. Phew again…
I won this bike for a grand prize at work last year. It’s pretty nice, right? Free bike for me. I was excited back then, when the bike arrived. I was the one who tightened every nut and screw on this thing. I couldn’t wait to finally learn to ride a bike. Until one day when I found my bike missing from my garage after a trip to the grocery store.
My sneaky mother claimed it was stolen but later, I discovered the thief was her. She waited until I was gone and moved the bike into her house – the one she refused to live in.
I don’t know how she put it in there but I can’t get it out without putting a mark on the wall.
For the last few weeks, she’s been screaming at me to sell the bike. Actually, she’s been screaming at me to sell this bike for a year but I refused. First of all, it’s my bike. I won it on a count of dumb luck, still, it’s mine. Secondly, it wasn’t me who moved my bike to her house.
A few days ago, when her phone rang, I found out she’s posted my bike on the local classified ads. She’s selling my bike without so much of my permission. That’s illegal, right? Unfortunately, it isn’t like I can do anything about it other than display a wave of anger toward her. Once again, she gets her own way. *sigh*
I appreciate you stopping by and reading this week’s #weekendcoffeeshare, hope to chat again same time next week.