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Photos Are Our History

Good morning!☀️🌞😃 

This is such a true statement. I’ve talked to people that have burned, thrown away or tore up old photos. I don’t believe in that. I think that photos are your history. With good memories, or bad. They are still your history and something that should be cherished.

I wish that I had more photos of myself when I was young. I have one of myself with my father. I have another of myself with my Mother. Another of my Grandmother, myself and my Cousin Keith. A couple of myself while very young alone while enjoying summer vacation. A couple teenage ones. Now, a lot as an adult. 

I take tons of photos of my children. They hold so many memories for me. One day when they look at them, I hope they will hold wonderful memories for them and show them their history.

That brings me to another subject. Don’t forget to save and also print out the photos on your phones. I think thousands, even millions, of photos are getting lost each day, because we dont download them and print them out. What a waste. Take some time and do it. You will be happy you did. 🙂

xoxo 

Missing The City

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FullSizeRender 9 “The City Bathed In Orange” Original Untouched Photograph by Kathleen Shelfer

Last night I attended a Birthday party on the Zinfandel Yacht out of the Alameda Harbor. It was fantastic! I never even fathomed that we would be going under the Bay Bridge and having the most amazing views of The City.

It was 6:30 p.m. and the sun was going down. We all boarded the yacht. With it being such a hot day, we went immediately up to the top deck to cool off and find a seat. As the Birthday Boy boarded the boat, we headed back downstairs to say our hello’s and Happy Birthday.  Big hugs too.

I don’t really want to get into then whole logistics of the party.  What I really want to talk about is the views of The City.  The memories it carries for me and how much I enjoyed remembering them last night.

As I watched the sunset over the Bay I realized what I was looking at.  The Bay Bridge with The City in the background. I was in awe.  Frozen to the amazing view.  I found an open window and just stared.

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I am still a little baffled at how to exactly explain how I was feeling.  I was happy. Excited. Calm. Just to name a few.  Even a little sad. I had memories flying through my head of the great times that I have had there.

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San Francisco is the first City that I had fallen in love with. It’s as pure and simple as that. I am so happy that I was able to experience the views of The City at night from the Bay again.  It had been too many years. The last time was with my friend, Taylor, one 4th of July when I was 27, or 28. What a night that was! Another story, for another day.  😉

xo

 

Time to Vent

The Beach Parties in my area started last week.  I missed it due to a music performance for my #4 Son.  This week one of the most popular bands in the area will be playing.  Regardless of who is playing, it is going to be a blast.

My friend is in town, but had to cancel due to a work dinner.  No worries!  I figured I would just take my four Boys with me and let loose, have some fun.  No phones, just music, the sand on our feet and dance like no one is watching.  Wishful thinking.

I mentioned it to each one of my Boys, individually, as they came home from school.  “Mom, it’s just not my thing.” “I don’t want to go.” A nice roll of the eyes, purse of the mouth and no response at all. “Mom, I like to do other things with you like road trips, or go out to breakfast, lunch and dinner with you.  Those are good things right?” “Do I have to?”

Actually, it all makes me kind of sad.  As I told my oldest, “One day when your 40, you will have wished you went with me that one time to the Beach Party and made memories with your Mother.” I wasn’t trying to give guilt, just trying to let him know that life goes by quickly and sometimes it’s fun to do things for others, even though “it’s not your thing”.

I will get ready to go to the Beach Party, ask one more time, but I am not going to pressure anyone to spend time with me.  Hopefully, by that time I will be over my hurt feelings and I will just go and have a good time.  By myself.

Thank goodness I don’t mind being alone. 🙂

xo