Frost advisories, yay. 😐 The estimated overnight low is 42°F (and colder in some parts). Still okay during the day— so far, I’ve braved the (moderate) climate, sporting a jacket only when there’s rain.
The decline in sunlight and heat hasn’t stopped all growth. Some flowers have held together… or even bloom, possibly.
These two stood out; I thought they were white, but on second glance I noticed a purplish tint to them.
Not noticing this color, I messed up the first take attempting to “correct” the “white.”
…So much time is wasted just dealing with the auto-white balance and the auto-focus… and the auto-gamma, the auto-this, auto-that; it can be rather frustrating. Professional photographers, of course, would rather operate a professional camera, not a smartphone camera.
In a prior session with the therapist-counselor-whichever, he asked me if I had any rage over the break. I couldn’t remember any. …But the frustration with the camera had contributed to one instance during the first night of fall…
Earlier in the day, I tweeted “Happy autumn solstice :)” …See the mistake? The term is autumn equinox. A solstice is a peak— closest or furthest distance of Earth to the sun, and an equinox is when the lengths of day and night are about equal. Of course, not many people notice a mistake like that or really care. …But I had also added a bunch of names, so several people would get notification. Another case where I am an idiot. 🙂
Leading up, there were ups and downs. The good part was that I finally made a phone call with my far away friend. 🙂 It was brief, and I didn’t have much to say (which isn’t uncommon; there’s a lot of silence on my part talking to the counselor)… but a positive nonetheless.
Nothing ‘up’ is without a down, of course. The call was made outside, and I backed my right leg into a board with a nail, which prompted me to Wikipedia tetanus. (Turns out a wound would have to be deep for the bacteria to hit the central nervous system, so that kind of infection is unlikely.)
Later on, I began to judge myself— debating how useful I’ve been, and my looks. Raising the question of why I appear where I do… I look like a creep. Looks are, of course, shallow and not helpful on basis of intent. (It matters that I don’t have bad intentions. …Though, I can still be deemed repulsive while trying to help someone.)
The frustration, along with my inability to get in touch with the right people… I childishly broke my chair. …In other words, sit easily I cannot, while writing this. You could lash out at something as result of fear; you could cry over being unable to help someone or something you put your heart into. I lashed out… against the one thing that did nothing but support my ass, lol.
Oh, karma. Leaves and acorns are falling… and because of my aggression, if I sit the wrong way in the chair, I sink forward, and possibly fall onto the floor.