wait for me...

my older sister warned me. she said just wait until you're forty.

forty came and nothing happened. forty five. still nothing.

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this year i'm going to be forty eight and it's happened.

i have to wear readers.

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i've been doodling some tiny fonts on some greeting cards and gift tags that i'll be selling in the little gift shop where i take my "i often have too much time on my hands" photo related goodies to and i just can't do them anymore without having my readers on. then today i was writing in a graduation card and my eyes weren't even tired, but sure enough, everything seemed blurry. readers to the rescue. i just wish people didn't refer to them as "granny" glasses as that makes me feel old and hunched over. 

how about we start calling them "totally babelicious" glasses instead.

the babies are here. 

i didn't even see any nests at the pond and now there's the pitter patter of tiny webbed feet. 

the mama ducks are quite patient, due to all the foot traffic at the pond, but they never take their eyes off me when i'm squatting near the ground trying to photograph them. 

"wait for me, mama...wait"

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did anyone else grow up with the same language classes i did, where we were taught how to use the words, "less and fewer" in very specific ways. does anyone else go crazy when you hear those words not used the way you were taught, or is it just me.

for example, i would never say, "there are less babies at the pond this year."

now granted, i type in all lower case letters, hate the way question marks look, so i rarely use them and use periods way too often along with who knows what other grammatical  mistakes,

but this one little thing bugs me. 

go figure.

the antique store i always go to, often has these bundles of string. i'm sure there's a name for them, based on whatever machine they go on, but i'm clueless. i now have five of them and i've wondered if this is a weird thing to collect. but with each roll only being two dollars, well obviously i'm over thinking this odd obsession of mine, aren't i.