I downloaded an app called TimeLapse and had lots of fun with it yesterday. I am going to make one for story time too.
Surfer Blood. I had one of their singles, Miranda
I recieved my new iPhone last night. I ordered it through the Apple store last Friday. Getting it activated was a total nightmare. I am still not sure what the problem was. Apple doesn’t really know and neither does Verizon. Verizon blamed it on Apple but Apple has no clue what they did. They both claim that they have never experienced this before (lucky me). What I do know is that I was on the phone with them both for three hours this morning. THREE HOURS. In the end I told the person who finally sorted it all out that I think I deserved a free camera case for my trouble. He put one in the mail right after our phone call. So that was very cool.
Regardless, I’m having a blast with the camera. It’s quite good! I’ll admit it, I bought the iPhone for the camera. There were other reasons, but the camera was a huge selling point.
Here is a shot of my makeshift meditation alter. I started using incense a couple of weeks ago during meditation and am really liking it lots. It helps keep me focused a bit more.
In the four years I lived in Spokane (when I moved back as an adult) I only visited my childhood home once. Raf and I were shopping at Target in the Spokane Valley and we were looking for something to do so he said, “let’s go on a tour of Monica’s childhood.” So I drove him by the house I grew up in.
It’s weird to drive by this house. It evokes such strong memories. Good memories. Memories of snowball wars with the neighbor kids in the winter on one of many show closure days. Memories of playing “Marco Polo” with my brothers and sisters on warm summer evenings in the front yard. Memories of sleeping outside under the stars on those warm summer nights. There are so many good ones that it is hard to choose just one to write about. Right now I am thinking about the happy feelings that place evokes in me.
It has been a very, very long time since I have lived there. The baby tree that was planted in the front yard is now huge and shades the house. The house has been painted blue. The basketball hoop in the driveway is no longer there. It has been somebody else’s home for 35 years. Maybe lots of families have called that place home since I lived there.
A couple of years ago I found this website. you type in the address of your childhood home and the movie is built around that address. I thought of it as I was thinking about this topic, so I thought I would share. It’s kind of cool. ♥
