Don’t Drink the Water

I may have written about this before so forgive me… Babykins is way too fast for a happy snap camera. So I talked Ernesto into buying a DSLR camera. He indulges me so it wasn’t too hard:) This was in Alaska. I then discovered that I liked taking pictures of things. There was Hatcher Pass, the Cook Inlet, and Mt McKinley (I refuse to call it Denali…). Anyway, I then had buyer’s remorse. I should have gotten the D-80 and not the D-40. I got lots of lenses and though I had no idea how to use them, kept taking pictures.

We then moved to Texas. While here I still had buyer’s remorse, but I still didn’t know how to use my camera, plus it is really ugly here and there is nothing to take pictures of except for the boys. But I talked Ernesto into letting me get a D-90. So I now have a D-90 and nothing but the kids to take pictures of. And I still don’t know how to use it. But I am taking a step forward in my only taking pictures on automatic. I am enrolling in a class at ASU (aka the Harvard on the Concho). So hopefully my skillz will get a bit better.

Now to the point of my post and where the title came from. I live in a place where you cannot drink the water. Well you can, it won’t kill you… but it tastes awful and you almost have to chew it. Ernesto and I buy 2.5 gallon jugs of water at Sam’s and live with it. We only have 2 years and a month left before we get to move somewhere else that hopefully has potable water. Anyway, today we babysat to help out a coworker. I am useless with kids, well except for my own, so we took them to a park.

We normally go to the waterlily park, but we found a nice new park next to the local museum. It has a nice bridge that goes over the Concho River which is full of water that I wouldn’t drink. Last week Babykins accidentally dropped Baba in the river. Luckily he floated for a few seconds and Ernesto was able to save him. But he didn’t let Babykins touch Baba until we washed him. So here is a picture of Babykins playing at this park I have mentioned…

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Isn’t it adorable how he is holding the hand of the little boy we were babysitting? I am sure that little boys don’t get cuter than this! Oh and please notice the nice sweater I just finished making him today!

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I am only annoyed at the fact that I had to redo the neck since I didn’t bind off loosely enough and that the skeins didn’t match. Notice the bottom of the sweater and the right sleeve which look different. The yarn looked so solid at first. I guess I need to alternate skeins from now on.

We did go to the Butterfly House again the other day. We took my mother and she loved it. Here is a picture of my son the clown and another of Baby Baby being attacked by a butterfly.

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Sigh, I have a way of rambling and I am sorry about it. My mind just always jumps from topic to topic. So back to the Concho. This city is sad. It is like a town that died, but refuses to accept it. They build nice places like this:

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But ultimately the town is dead. There is nothing here. But at least this gave me a chance to use the D-90 and it goes to show that if you look hard enough you can find something nice anywhere you go, even if you can’t drink the water.

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One Response to Don’t Drink the Water

  1. The downtown area is very sad. So much of it is rundown and not being used.

    The sweater turned out great! At first, I did not notice the difference and still had to look pretty hard to find it.

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