Making Time


6 am: Damn alarm! I can’t get up now. I don’t do this anymore.

7am: Cab! I’m going to the Convention Hall. It’s about Blogging. Blank stare. Let’s just say a conference about how women and technology are taking over the world. Yes. That’s right. You’ll be extinct soon.

8am: Is she really saying welcome with a smile on her face? What kind of pixie dust did she snort this morning?  How long do we have to sit here? Where’s my phone?

12pm: Need food, iced tea, cigarette- not necessarily in that order.

2pm: This is a breakout session? Does it come with a massage?

4pm: What now? Where? At 6? Oh, you’ve GOT to be kidding!

So, off I go, because even when I am registered, have paid, and am committed to attending gatherings (eye roll) I always make time to smell the roses…

even if I have to jump fences.

I didn’t say they had to be Real!
All photo’s from
Chicago’s Lakeside neighborhood

  • Middle-aged Diva (Carol) - I’m addicted to taking photos of flowers. I can’t explain it. But I sure love yours!

    • A Pleasant House - I can’t either! If I see a flower I just have to stop/look/smell/click. If I can’t have flowers in my life I just don’t wanna be here- ya know what I mean? Thanks for stopping by Carol!ReplyCancel

  • bookworm - So, I’m not the only person to visit a big city and spend my time taking pictures of flowers. One observation I made – I love the associated architecture of those windows. One day I intend to learn more about architecture, especially that of the late 19th and earliesh (is that word?) 20th century. OK, OK, I’ll pin this.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Looks like a pleasant area!

    Six in the morning is a foul hour to be out and about…ReplyCancel

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