I just realized the awful truth. Justine is going to be gone all summer.
The longest we have been apart is overnight. How am I supposed to deal with this?
It is strange to think that not only will Justine be gone, but she will be meeting people and making new friends and they won't know who I am and I won't know who they are. We have always shared friends. This will be the first time that people will know only one of us.
I don't know what I will do when I can't tell Justine things. She is practically the only person I talk to on a regular basis. Not that I have a lot to say, but it is the principle of the thing.
Good news. I can visit her on Saturdays. Which I most certainly will be doing.
In a lot of ways I am not looking forward to this summer, read: Justine not being by my side constantly. But on the flip side I am looking forward to this summer, read: Working more, thus making more money.
Despite the fact that I have some misgivings about this summer, I expect it will be a good thing for all of us.
*Update* I thought I would share this photo of Justine and I when we were small.
This spring has been fun. The light has been delicious. And I have tried many new things in my photography. I have tried out different styles in my editing. I have used all types of light, be it backlight, harsh light, morning light, or evening light. I have been shooting manually more, both focus and exposure. I have even tried my hand at freelensing. Freelensing is where you take the lens off the front of your camera and hand hold it in front of the sensor. You can get very interesting focus and light. Here are 40 photographs taken this spring.
This evening I stabbed myself with a steack knife.
Not a sentence you want to utter.
It was dinner, we were having nachos, and I thought an avocado would compliment my meal. I took an avocado from the bowl, brought it over to the trash can, and sliced it in half around the pit. I opened it up and held the half with the pit still firmly attached and prepared to remove the pit. Now the next action was normal procedure, only this time it didn't go as planned.
Avocado half in my hand, I stabbed the pit with my knife to remove it. A small glitch occurred, the knife did not go in deeply enough, so that when I tried to draw the pit out by pulling on the knife, only the knife came out and not the pit with it. Naturally, I thrust the knife into the avocado harder. But this time as I was stabbing it, the knife didn't go into the pit as intended, but slipped on the round, slick pit and went around it, straight through the avocado and into the pad of my hand between my fore and middle finger.
Folks, it hurt.
Immediately I regretted my action mere moments ago. As I was washing my wound out, contemplating what I had just done (I just stabbed myself and *hard*.) and watching my my fingers become blue and swollen, I went into a mild state of shock. Blood rushed to my head, my vision went fuzzy, and my ears began to ring. I mumbled something about feeling faint and Mom told me to go sit down and elevate my hand to stop the bleeding. I did and a few minutes later the ringing subsided and my fingers returned to their normal state.
Thankfully, I am fine, but maybe in need of a crash course in Kitchen Safety 101.