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November 22 |
lose your own game |
Rick and I drove up to the Ardsley/Dobbs Ferry area to see his younger sisters. The younger one was visiting the older one in her dorm at Mercy. We were bringing the younger one home with us. But instead of a grab and run, we all darted off into NYC to play around for a few hours. Neither of the girls had been to Chinatown so we headed there.
All in all, it was pretty uneventful. I didn’t get to take pictures because the area was so crowded that it was setting off my social claustrophobia alarms. I couldn’t just whip it out any time I wanted. Plus I am still learning to play with the settings – and there are a lot! – so it was disappointing to take a picture and have it fail. I’m getting there! This is only the first time I’ve really played with the camera outside of the apartment.
I did however get…
Now mind you that the cat looked to be very healthy and very much content with his perch. So if he’s well taken care of and seems to enjoy being out and about… why not? Yes, he’s on a leash but that is simply safety. There was never a moment that we could see where the cat tried to bolt. I’m sure that his owner did it for that one time possibility where something spooks the cat and it darts into traffic.
We had been heading toward Little Italy where we wanted to eat and we turned to see this guy walking down the sidewalk with the cat on his head. So of course we wanted to get pictures. The bummer part was that he was asking for money. Whatever. Rick gave him some money so “his girls” could get some pictures. It was fun and totally worth it to get some good standing-still pictures rather than trying to snap on the go.
I am exhausted and my knee is protesting. I really need to invest in a heating pad…
Don’t cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me, come find me. Make up your mind. Should I let you fall? Lose it all? So maybe you can remember yourself. Can’t keep believing; we’re only deceiving ourselves. I’m sick of the lie… and you’re too late. Don’t cry to me. If you loved me, you would be here with me. You want me, come find me. Make up your mind. Couldn’t take the blame. Sick with shame. Must be exhausting to lose your own game. Selfishly hated; no wonder you’re jaded. You can’t play the victim this time… and you’re too late.
Evanescence – “Call Me When You’re Sober”
4 Responses to "lose your own game"
killingedge November 23, 2009 @ 3:59 AM
It does, doesn't it! LOL
Angel November 23, 2009 @ 4:01 AM
She already climbs on his shoulders. I can just see him trying to train her to climb on his head and stay there. LMAO.
killingedge November 23, 2009 @ 4:04 AM
We were cracking up at the idea of Charlie doing the head-perch thing… and breaking our necks and/or dragging us down with him LOL
That looks like Pip! OMG, don't give Robby anymore ideas. ROFL!