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I’m reasonably certain that the story behind why this bike ended up where it did is not nearly as interesting as how I imagined it.  But isn’t that always the case?

It was colder than it looked outside — the chill in the air actually doing little to stifle our enthusiasm for just being out there.

And so we played.

Until we decided it really was cold and we came back in.

Oh, and also because Zander stepped in dog poo.

Thursdays come and Thursdays go as Thursdays are wont to do.  Yesterday was just such a Thursday.  It has gone now and I’m kicking myself for it. Though surely it will return as my calendar tells me I should expect another Thursday next week and another the next.

But yesterday’s Thursday is gone.

Most days I’ll remember for the things I did.  Accomplishments.  Yesterday will more likely be remembered for what I did not.

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Today will be one of those days remembered for its missed opportunities. I’m not sure if anyone has noticed, I’ve certainly not made mention of it, but I have decided to hop on the proverbial wagon.

Project 365 has been around for a while now.  How long?  I hear you asking.  Long enough.  I suppose I could take the time to look into it and find an exact, or at least approximate, answer for you.  But I’m not going to do that.  That would involve something more than a minimal effort on my part and I’m just not there.

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I had a roll of film developed recently.  Yes—FILM.  Frankly, I was unsure technology still existed that enabled people to do such things.  Seems that it does.  I had pulled out my old Pentax 35mm slr camera because we were going to the Browns Training Camp in Cleveland and it has a really nice zoom lens.  It also takes fantastic pictures, I had forgotten how nice.

I snapped about 6 rolls during our stay and decided when I dropped the film off for developing that I would grab a few of the undeveloped rolls of film I had lying around in an attempt to whittle at that pile.  Oh, don’t even begin to tell me you don’t have one or two rolls of film lying undeveloped somewhere in a drawer.  You’ve got no idea what is on them or when they were taken–but you’ve got them.  I’ve got a box full.  Probably 20-30 rolls of undeveloped film.

It’s kind of like giving yourself a special treat or opening an almanac, stepping into a time machine when you finally get around to having the film processed.  You exclaim, “Oh, I remember that!  That was so much fun.  My, the kids have certainly grown.” Or you’ll comment, “Hmm….I don’t remember this.  Honey, where was this taken?”  Or you may lament, “Oh. My. GOD!!!  I honestly thought there was no film in the camera when we did that!  We were just playing!”

Anyway, one of the rolls was some black and whites taken just over two years ago.  As soon as I opened the package, I remembered exactly when and where they were taken.  I had taken the kids into the back yard late one evening.  We grabbed a few blankets, the lounge chairs and just sat.  We sat looking up into the dark, vast night sky spying stars and planets, hoping to catch a glimpse of a shooting star.  We talked, we laughed and we sat.  Enjoying the night sky and each other.

It was one of the best nights, ever!