Sunday Evening Scribblings

I am eating pecan pie, thanks to our field secretary. Pecan pie at Thanksgiving, oh yeah! My favorite is my grandmother’s pecan pie, which I think my mom follows now. I am also fond of Cracker Pie but I’m not sure this is the exact recipe, I don’t remember the vanilla part. It doesn’t matter, it’s delicious. Unfortunately I did not get any of that on Thanksgiving day but instead had to work. We had hoped that we would get rained out but the rain didn’t get here until after 3pm and we were done at lunch that day for the holiday. Seriously, so pointless.

We took a quick nap and then hit up Nacogdoches for the 3:45 showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 1. I was extremely pleased by the movie, but Chris was a little disappointed. I know it was because he didn’t read the book and has no clue what is coming next—-adventure, adventure, adventure! A few parts were left out, like details with Kreacher and and more R.A.B. information, and the explanation that the catcher folks were finding people if they said “Voldemort” which isn’t explained in the movie. But, for the most part it was awesome!

Afterwards we hit up the Hotel Fredonia for dinner since we’d been told it would be one of the few places open. The restaurant was fabulous and I was so excited to have ‘real’ food again, and well, to be honest, to feel ‘real’ again myself. It felt like Chris and I were just back at home, going out somewhere nice and having a real life again, not living in a motel in Podunkville and working 12 hours a day and not doing anything else. This is a completely different feeling than the trail, mostly because we had friends on the trail, trail towns, destinations and that sort of thing. This is, well, work and not much else. There’s all of six places to eat, a grocery store, and two dollar stores that are open at night. The most entertaining thing, Walmart, is 20 miles away.

Anyway, I highly recommend the Hotel Fredonia if you are ever in Nacogdoches. I had to google was Fredonia meant and well, here you go the Fredonian Rebellion, a prelude to Texas Independence.

In other news, I am trying to pound out more of the Trail Tales. I’ve got three states left and they are all big and will have a lot to them. Just writing the Mass one out the other day took a few hours. I flip back and forth from the ATC book, ask Chris some questions on names or things that happened and then try to remember it all.

Tonight I am planning on finishing up my crochet socks I started, like, two months ago. Yeah, slow. That’s all I’ve really done creatively lately; it’s been two weeks since I’ve used my camera.

Speaking of camera, I really, really wanted to schedule a few sessions while I was home, but last week my car really went on the fritz and the initial, not-really-looked-at diagnosis is perhaps engine issues. Therefore we are cutting our time short at home in order to make a little more money so that maybe if we have to buy a new car we will have some more money to deal with. So, no scheduling anything until I get home and have time.

This is frustrating me a lot because I really, really, really want to get this started. I know it will take time to build up clients and have steady work, but I would love to just start getting a few here and there and testing out my creativity on other people. Or pets. I’m not picky. 😉 I do think that I will end up narrowing down the types of shoots I do, but I will have to wait and see how that ends up. I am definitely antsy and cannot wait to get a few weeks of break in order to try scheduling some folks. I reworked my price list and it is now much easier to read in PDF form here. Hopefully I will start working on more photos to add to my gallery soon. I am a bit slow, mostly because I am tired every evening. I mean, it is 6:33 and I really thought it was closer to 9 and time for bed. We’re walking between 5 and 10 miles a day, but aren’t going to bed at dusk like we were when we were on the trail.

Alas, I that’s about it.

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