Weather Synchronization

Sometimes a person may feel out of sync with the weather. No one talks about that. All we hear is "Spring Fever", "Winter Blahs", "Summertime Fun".
Is there any sympathy for those who feel the opposite of the norm for the weather? Where is the support for people who are depressed by sunshine or invigorated by rain?

Today I feel like one of those people. Of course, I neither look for nor expect sympathy; I'm a little too grown up, a little too familiar with the way the world works to waste any time on those foolish desires.
I had to go for a walk while the sun was out. It's a rare thing and not to be wasted merely because I'd rather be sitting on the deck in a funk.
I can't say that the walk helped, but now my legs are tired so that's something.
I guess.
Frankly, I'd rather walk in the rain than in the sun.

Old photo

Once upon a time, a cousin of mine (Luigi Tassano) ran a "dry goods" store in San Francisco. Opened in 1914, the store was eventually run by Luigi's son Romeo. It was still going in 1980 according to Herb Caen.
I ran across this photo of the place, with the employees posed in front. It must have been taken in the 1920s, or maybe a bit later.

I eventually tracked down the actual address and went there. Here's what it looked like in 2001.

I took the old photo to the woman in the May Lee Laundry, and through hand gestures and smiles, managed to indicate that the photo was of the same place.
I'm not sure why I feel it necessary to post this here, today. Maybe the rain is making me nostalgic, a dangerous (or at least wasteful) thing in anyone.

My grandmother's enterprise

I fear I've never been too aggressive when it came to making money.
I LIKE money, and always wanted more, but somehow it never came to the top of the list of things I needed to do.
I ran across an old photo of my grandmother and one of her enterprises:

There are some days when I'd settle for a seasonal profit of any size. But it's always work, isn't it? Just look at the faces of these two kids. Are those expressions of Joy? Do they look like the faces of people having fun?

Increasingly, I find I must remind myself that it's not money I'm here for.
Obviously.
If it was, surely I'd have more of it?

As an hour-by-hour thing, I ask myself if I'd rather be doing something else.
The answer is almost always "no".

General photoshop play

OK, I have an ego. In my defense, I suspect that everyone has one.

I just play around with mine a bit. No harm in that, right? A bit of Photoshop work melding a face from the Mac's built-in camera, and there you go.

I decided that as long as I'm interested in late 19th century history, I should have an image of myself that is appropriate for the age.
Of course, I couldn't stop there. How about a cowboy picture, in the style of the 1950's western movies?

Here, same process but a screen grab from a Hulu western:

Marginal Success

Not the best kind of success, but acceptable.

For some reason, Qumana gave me an error last night, but this morning, the post is on the site. That does not give me what is technically referred to as a "Warm Fuzzy".

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