Edgy Mama

I’m in Atlanta for a few days. Not for fun, unfortunately. And without my camera. The parts ordered three weeks ago for my lenses have yet to arrive. The camera tech says it will take him about 10 minutes to fix them–once the parts are in hand. Not having a camera feels weird. There was lots of shot potential between Ashvegas and Greenville that I couldn’t take advantage of–horses frolicking with their foals, mountain vistas, funky roadside stands, redneck rebel outposts.

It’s smoky here in Atlanta. The fires burning in South Georgia are blowing ash and smoke all over the Southeast. We all need rain. Rain, rain, rain.

Above is your gratuitous adorable puppy photo of the day. Happy Thursday.

• My camera lenses are at the camera repair shop. It seems that both have broken parts, one from droppage, the other from god knows what. I guess I need to be gentler with the high-tech equipment I’m lugging around.

• Biscuit is loving life with the Jones family, except for the puppy crate. He’ll eventually calm down after being put in it, but only after 10, 20, sometimes 30 minutes of crying. Everyone told me that he’d get used to it, even like it, after three or four nights. It’s been six.

• Rocky had to go to the vet with us yesterday for the puppy’s first round of shots. Looks like he got his fat self stuck somewhere and ripped a hole in his back trying to get unstuck. He’s also gained two pounds. Sumo cat weighed in at over 22 lbs. I got the “you don’t want to deal with a diabetic cat” lecture while the vet handed me kitty Oxycontin and antibiotics. Then he looked at me, my five-year-old wrapped around one leg, a bleeding obese cat in my arms, a puppy nipping at my ankles, and my eight-year-old going emo because “her baby” had to have a shot. The vet said, “Well, you do have your hands full, so just do what you can with Rocky.”