Since I have been a bit of a Debbie Downer lately, I thought I would spend a bit of time doing something relaxing tonight and take some macro photos of a random flower in our house. It is always a bit difficult, because I don't have anywhere with a dark background, so I made some dodgy thing with a darkish box behind to absorb the flash. Whenever I take photos I always think that I should take more photos - but life gets in the way, and I forget.
This is what my Oura ring said when I woke up this morning:
Maybe this is why I have been feeling a bit crappier than normal. Though, "crappy" is my baseline of late anyway, so it is hard to tell if it is actually something, or just my fanciful feelings. Still, I went to the gym and worked out, and tomorrow I will be digging holes in the ground for seven thujas, two hydrangea trees, and red and black currant bushes.
I have quite enjoyed gardening.
I must be getting old.
I am also taking photos of flowers like my grandad did way back in the day. Though, he also developed his own colour images in his own dark room in the shed. He liked photography, but when it came to taking photos of a group of people, he would always manage to cut someone's head off. At least it was only in photos - for some, cutting off heads seems to be a hobby.
There are supposedly less serial killers than earlier.
Apparently, there are around fifty active serial killers in the US currently, but in the 1970s there were at least 300 known and active at any one time. I guess technology and all the cameras have made it harder to get away with it - or perhaps that like many these days, it is just too much work and it is far easier just to sit on the couch and watch Netflix, then go to all the trouble of hunting people - and there is all that clean up....
That took a dark turn.
I think my grandad would have been a good serial killer if he turned his mind to it. He was really intelligent, good with his hands and very patient. His woodcarving skills were amazing, and he would design and create all kinds of intricate and ornate pieces of furniture. He even had one of those rollout kits with the pouches you see torturers have in the movies - though his was full of meticulously sharpened chisels.
It is good to have a hobby.
Writing has been my hobby for the last eight years, but I have never really had many hobbies in my life. I think it is because I felt I had too many things I "needed" to do, or I didn't have the resources available to spend on anything I really wanted to do. Maybe it is also because I feel that if I am going to put time and energy into something (especially these days), I have to get something out of it. Gardening is good for that, as it makes our home more homely - and might even add some value to it, once things start to grow.
And don't die.
At least when things die in the garden, the bodies are already half buried.
I should bury Debbie out there.
Taraz
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