I have taken my own advice and gotten serious for a minute. This is a portrait of the famous W. Perhaps his own children won’t recognize him, but that’s okay. I’m rather proud of this labour of love.
When I showed it to him he knew who it was and laughed. I took that as a good sign that I hadn’t traumatized him for life.
Yesterday W came across a picture on Facebook of someone we haven’t seen for over thirty years and remarked that he looks awful. He doesn’t really, he just looks old, because, well, he’s old. We see our own changes gradually, and are often shocked at the changes in other people with whom we’ve lost touch. Inside I feel like I’ve never left my thirties, but the mirror tells a different story.
So this is not the face I married, although he’s in there somewhere. I’m going to hang on to this until we’re in our nineties and then show it to him again so we can both see how handsome he was way back in the day. This is of course supposing we both live that long and can still see and remember where we put things.
I was looking at celebrity high school yearbook pictures on some Facebook site (yes, we both have way too much time on our hands these cold dreary January days) and the captions were statements of disbelief and what happened? Well, time happened, you idiot caption writer.
Here’s to time and the wonderful changes it makes to our life-well-lived faces.
This is my first ever (and perhaps my only ever) attempt at a slide show. Whew.
It took a considerable amount of time to put this together, even without captions, so I’ll just add one sweeping comment at the end here to say “What? Doesn’t everybody put balloons on their Christmas tree?”
Lawn Mower (Photo credit: Beedle Um Bum)
If you want some kind of specific information from W you will have to ask your question probably two or three times before he tells you what you want to know. And even then you might find that asking him something completely different is what works to finally get the answer you were looking for in the first place. People don’t believe me when I tell them this. But here’s a typical example.When are you leaving for Ontario?
There’s a lot of stuff I have to take care of there. I could be gone for two or three weeks. Hard to say.
But what day exactly are you leaving?
I’ll probably take a couple of days to drive down. No point in trying to do it all in one day. Sixteen hours is too much without a break.
Okay but what day of the week will you be taking off exactly?
Yeah, it’s good that I can take off whenever I want. I’m really lucky to have a job where they are okay with me taking off the time when I ask for it. They’ve been really good about that.
WHERE DID YOU PUT THE GAS CAN FOR THE LAWN MOWER???
I’ll be leaving first thing Monday morning.
(Don’t worry, I already knew the gas cans location, so I did not have to inquire about the price of turnips in Japan to find that out.)
I’ve learned over the years that it’s more fun and less frustrating to just ask random questions for no particular reason and see what pops up out of his strangely confused male brain.
I’d love it if you could sit down with him now and ask him something simple like ‘what did you eat for breakfast.’ I guarantee you will not find out for at least half an hour and that I’ll get to say HAH! I told you so! when you finally do, and that he will not have a clue in hell what is so damn funny.