Cooking helps me to feel relaxed...until the crisis hits. Then I start to freak out. Then I think about how much I don't like cooking. Then the problem is resolved (usually with the help of Mama who has oh so more experience in these matters). Once the problem is taken care of, I love cooking again.
On the other hand, I always love taking pictures. The only problems I encounter are the occasional unwilling subject (my dogs who can't sit still...my best friend who puts her hand over her face...you know, the usual) and a once-in-awhile blurry photo. But the rewards are so much greater. That one picture in a batch of 100 that gives me that little jump in the chest. I love to take pictures.
By the way...my boys lead the NLCS 2-0 against the cards...welcome home, boys. Welcome Home.
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