Photography: local weird, local ruin

You may remember that when I posted the first, night-time picture of the cowling wreckage, I said that other features of the property led me to suspect it might be art. I wasn't kidding. The other picture is of a property up the hill east of here.

No home complete without one by =Cericonversion on deviantART

Dead garage by =Cericonversion on deviantART

Panicking but not despairing, or something

This post may come out sounding worse than I intend it to, so let me be clear at the outset: I'm not in trouble over this, and I'm not delivering a cry for help. I'm on track for good stuff, and just want to write down the not-so-good part of the process to get it off my chest.

Social time on Saturday! Really, really looking forward to it, too. I have a lot of friends I haven't seen in anywhere from three to six years, or have seen only very briefly, like when they drop off borrowed books and videos. It's so great to feel like being around other people in a group larger than two, and to feel that I can handle the trip across town safely, too.

Am I nervous? Am I fretful? Am I wading through torrents of psychosomatic distractions? You might very well think that; I couldn't possibly comment. Except I am. Drat. Well, in that case, yes to all three. I'm out to a few of the folks who'll be there; I don't expect it to be a topic of conversation, but there's always that to think about it on top of my usual worries about health issues.

I'll be really glad when I'm actually there having a good time. I may not be much use between now and then.