Monday, June 21, 2010
I have spent this entire day going through my iPhoto. And I have culled thousands of pictures. Not even kidding. Thousands.
And I discovered something- you have to empty your TRASH in iPhoto. Just like real fucking life, right?
Now see, I've been pretty good lately about trashing pictures after I use them on the blog if I know I don't care to keep them. But I didn't realize that I was amassing a trash can the size of MONTANA filled with discarded photos. So after I emptied that and then culled a few more thousand and trashed THOSE, things seem to be running much more smoothly. As you can only imagine they would. I mean, if my kitchen were iPhoto, I would have had trash spilling and busting and running and exploding throughout the entire house.
Or something like that. Let's just say I would not have been making any bread in the kitchen.
So one of the pictures I lost yesterday but which could be replicated today was one like this:
Now if you click on it, you can see that the black specks are tadpoles. I have hundreds of baby frogs floating around in there. Looks like a sweet little pond, doesn't it? Reflection and rocks and all sorts of peaceful and serene joy in that tiny body of water.
Well. It ain't a pond.
Either three or four Mother's Days ago (I honestly do not remember), Mr. Moon began to build me a little pond to put fish in and so that I could hear the sound of water splashing in the camellia and fern-bed right behind the back porch.
He got really excited about it and went to work and we collected rocks and he designed and he plumbed and he dug and he used an old hot-tub basin which he'd painted green and somehow he got distracted and the pond has never been finished.
This Mother's Day he got interested again and did a little more work and collected more rocks and then, well, I guess he got distracted again but he's not quit. No. No. No. Not quit at all. You can tell that by the fact that the Rubbermaid cart is still sitting right there beside it with rocks and some tools in it.
But the problem is, it's rained about fifty times since he left it there and so now, well, that tiny sweet little rock-filled pond with the tadpoles in it?
And there you go. I do sort of have my pond. There's no fish in it but there's definitely some life growing in the still, clear water.
Frog life. And knowing me, I won't dump the damn cart until the frogs grow legs and hop out.
Lucky for me I have a wheelbarrow. It's got a hole rusted in the bottom as big as a half a dishpan but it'll do for sticks and branches and that's all I need for right now.
Mr. Moon is almost perfect. Practically perfect, not unlike Mary Poppins. But he's not walking on water yet or running any water through those cunning bamboo spouts he constructed two years ago either.
But I know him. Eventually, that water will be flowing and I'll have a real pond. In the scheme of life, it's really not that big of a deal.
Besides. I sort of like the Rubbermaid pond. And the frogs seem to as well. In fact, they appear to be right at home in it.
Life is good. Even in a work cart. Life is good.