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I've been too busy, partly with a bunch of small orders, and partly with the book binding world to write much recently. There was a back log with the orders because I was waiting for silver rag to come back into stock and also fedex delivered it to the wrong address (next apartment building) even though it was properly addressed. That was scary $450 worth of paper sitting somewhere. But my mailman told me that it was sitting next building over and he is going to get a super fabulous Christmas bonus from me.

Not all work. I was at the Mets game yesterday, and was lucky enough to get shots of everyone screaming their heads off when David Wright hit his grand slam. And also an old seat wiper (if that's what they're called) at the game that got into a conversation with my father, and I was in a good spot to do close-ups of his gnarled hand with the white rag and all that. I miss shooting and as soon as the book thing - which is close now - is finished - I look forward to heading out.

I think next weekend is the Mermaid Day parade. I'd better check that. I don't think I ever did shoot it with the rangefinder. I only pray that for once the day is overcast and not brutally hot.

(The printer is doing six 5 x 7's while I write this. It is a lovely thing.)