The day started in pitch black, with the yelping of the dog outside and the acrid, burning sulfer smell of a skunk attack wafting through my bedroom window. Will climbed back into bed, announcing that our dog had an altercation and Will had put him in the backyard. I looked at the clock. It said 1:00am. I rolled back over, groggily, and finished the night with the uneasy sleep of someone marinating in skunk fumes.
By sunrise I realized that this whole affair was probably my fault because I drank too much wine with our houseguest the night before and left the dog outside. Obviously my penance would be to spearhead the disaster recovery efforts. Google revealed the recipe for deskunkification and I hit up three stores before I found one open.
In case you ever need this semi-effective skunk remedy: 1/4 cup baking soda, 1 quart peroxide, 2 teaspoons dish soap. And old clothes that you can throw away and rubber gloves.
This was a form of torture for me, and obviously also for Milo.
So yeah. All this excitement before 8:00.
I vow to lay off the sauce and head for work.
Work, work, work. Something about Miss USA, drag queens, and Rosie O'Donnell.
Race home to pick up the child and see our houseguest who has a pot of green chile stew simmering on the stovetop and who, conveniently, was there to sign for the UPS package delivering my new lens. I deserve this splurge, dog-skunk incident notwithstanding, because it's almost my birthday and I am almost finishing this 365 project.
Then, because she is awesome, and also because most of my friends have to agree to be photo subjects, and because I can not wait (obviously) to test drive the new lens, Amber agrees to put on mascara and be my guinea pig.
Amber is a chef, yogini, traveler, and all-around bright light who is busy dreaming up many cool things. I am sure you'll hear more from her, here and elsewhere. She is also eminently patient with me and my addled photographic fumblings.
I noticed during this brief shoot how much energy it takes to be creative and also how tired I was. So we went home, ate green chile, limited our wine intake, and I collapsed into bed with my dog on the floor next to me, smelling faintly of skunk.