It’s Saturday and I’m working. I’m working on client images. Yes, that’s right, the self-employed in my industry don’t get Saturday’s off.
At one point, I took some time and drove to the ATM to make a couple of deposits. Other than that, it was retouching and painting all day.
While I like doing this work, since the accident I’ve been a bit anxious. I’m not sure why. I can’t put my finger on it. It was like, a little freak-out when I realized I had to get this stuff done. It wasn’t because I don’t want to do it; I love what I do. It was more like, “Can I do this?” I guess my abilities have fallen in to check.
“I can do this,” I keep reminding myself. I’m not sure why I should have to remind myself.
I got a bunch of canned goods out for tomorrow’s dinner. I decided it was going to be a make-your-own-Chinese-food night. I’d have rice, various veggies and meat along with a variety of sauces and let people create their own.
Totally different topic.
I’m reading this guys comments to a friend and this guy is all over my friend’s Facebook page telling him why he doesn’t need a gun. My friend basically responds, “It’s my 2nd Amendment right to own a gun.” The guy starts talking about burglar alarms and so forth. Finally, I had to chime in.
I told the guy that the 2nd Amendment has nothing to do with “home protection” and explained why the founding fathers placed it in the constitution. He then writes back and asks if my friend liked Bush as a president.
I wonder how people would respond when asked about each of the items in the Bill of Rights. The questions would be to the effect, “Why did the founding fathers place the 1st Amendment in the Bill of Rights?” “Why did the founding fathers place the 2nd Amendment in the Bill of Rights?” and so forth. It would be an interesting man-on-the-street interview.