Hazy, hot & humid

I was thinking maybe since life has been a bit lonely lately, perhaps I should start creating things like I used to. Among such things was the written word...I haven't been creative in what seems like years. No time for scrapbooking, writing, even picture taking has been limited, as I can barely even get out to buy some film. A friend of our family asked me to take pictures for their wedding next weekend and it scares the hell out of me. I know they're not looking for any bigtime professional job but it's been a while and I'm worried they'll be thoroughly disappointed. I'm not one for claiming to be anything that I'm not, and one thing I'm not is a real photographer. So many people tell me I should be but it's one of those things that could have happened and never materialized. Besides, what an expensive hobby. It doesn't change the fact that once we own a house someday, one thing I require is space for a black & white darkroom in the basement. I've sort of accepted the fact that it's probably just going to be one of those things I'm sort of good at and left at that. Like so many other things in my life. I've yet to find a real passion and although I get random motivations to make half-assed attempts at doing things like taking classes, I am pretty good at making up reasons why I can't. I suppose I've never had a real good opportunity come my way that has kicked me into gear. I've spent a lot of time waiting around for one though, and you don't need to tell me that that will get me nowhere. For now the little boy sleeping in the other room is my passion, and yeah having a kid is something most anyone can do. But when it comes down to it, a big family with tons of pictures and stories and love is all I really wanted in life anyway. So here we are...