Yesterday matched the weather, because it was weird. You know, when some days the weather sucks but you're happy, or the weather is fine fine fine but you're feeling foul, and either way you're watching, it feels like the weather version of cognitive dissonance?
Well, yesterday did match the weather for me. Threat of thunderstorms with occasional breakthrough blue skies, as I drove my visitor back down to the city where she lives. It was a three hour drive down, and a six hour drive back, but I was alone, so mainly, I was fine with the delays and the three mile wait to get through a tunnel under a shipway near the Chesapeake, and a sudden fierce storm on Route 17 in rural Virginia. It was weird, and that fit just fine.
Thought you all might get a grin out of the pictures my visitor decided she wanted copies of (pictures she'd taken from a room she never mentioned she'd been in, looking around. These were the pictures deemed 'pretty enough' to show her friends, back when I (purportedly) looked like her. Apparently I didn't have enough pass-mark pictures to make copies of more than three, so she took copies of two of The Blondster, who apparently, even now, looks just like my 80 year old mother. (The prom picture posted on here before, and a picture of the photo shoot that I didn't put on - the Blondster, in profile.) Talk about fiction fodder, baby.
Anyway, Happy Father's Day to the fathers, Happy Sunday to the others of us. And now, back to editing for me...
This one's a hoot. I was nineteen or twenty - and dating the nice guy standing there next to me (not just when he was standing next to me. I dated him other times as well.) My visitor took this one with her because I reminded her she'd made this white dress, so she wanted people to see how well she sewed. JB was thrilled she chose this photo rather than our wedding photo. Oh yeah.
And this one's a hoot, because we skipped me from age twenty to age forty-one or so. She took this one because she remembers the sun room in the house I owned at the time, and she liked that room, and my hair looked nice back then.
And this one's a hoot, because she chose it because she liked my hair short in this one. Age: mid-forties.
Hey, it could have been even weirder. She actually wanted a picture of me in my wedding dress from my marriage to the girl's biological father instead of this last one. I told her no.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Happy Sunday
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Let me guess...
Seconds after picture 1 was taken, the giant razor teeth masquerading as a stair carpet chomped the lapels off the guy's jacket, precipitating the cognitive dissonance decade that was...the 80s.
Great photos — and good to have you back.
And now she's gone and you can relax.
Nice photos but the reasoning behind them is decidedly off.
Time to breathe, drink and slump on the sofa.
You know, sometimes you just have to realize that people have lived long enough to be very bizarre and allow them to be very bizarre (even if they've been very bizarre most of their lives).
My mother, who I just adore, had to think of her mother as someone else's mother in order to take good care of her and not go crazy when my grandmother went to live in the retirement home. My grandmother was quite a hoot - to me. I had plenty of emotional distance.
Now it's time to drink, right? I'm having a Modelo in honor of your visitor leaving. I think you deserve a medal for sticking through it.
Wow, the first one could definitely be the Blondster. And your legs in the last one - if I could wolf whistle, I would.
Joining freddie in solidarity with you by drinking a hard pomegranate lemonade.
All done! ...and breathe...
I definitely think it's time to open the white wine.
Yep. All done, and breathe it is, for about three months.
We had a really relaxing day on Sunday - just the two of us, JB and me, with our kids spread all over the place, geographically speaking.
The weather started out strange and grew on into perfect, and we really noticed it. Much needed and appreciated - you know, one of those things where you don't know how good just feeling well is, until you find yourself sick.
I'm still alive; great photos!
Still in mini-reno mode, house is looking fab, but still want to sell it. Photographer coming Wednesday morning, so that's my deadline for perfection, other than the laundry and garage, which will not be photographed and hence I have left alone so far!
Hey, but they really are gorgeous pics! I can't wolf whistle either but I'm sure someone here must be able to! Where's blogless?
I think eccentrics have all the fun. They can get away with anything; and if they can't, they don't much care. I'm seriously considering becoming eccentric myself -- it would solve so many of my problems.
That photo of you standing behind the table has a really weird perspective -- makes you look only three feet tall, kind of like a munchkin. Or an oompa loompa. Do you sing?
See? Eccentrics are fun. Everybody should have one.
Hey, McK! Hope all goes well. Looks like, from your blog, that you're crazy busy.
Hi Sylvia,
Thanks, girl - BT is on a Corona-commercial vacation with the Troll family for a while...
and ril,
Umm...sweetie, you already ARE eccentric. (And...shhhh, don't tell anyone...but I believe we may all be a tad eccentric, too...which is why we get along...bet you never thought of that, huh? (pretend I put one of those wink face things on here).)
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