I was looking at old photos saved on my computer yesterday and came across these eyes. My grandson was about 2 years of age in the photo but those eyes still have the power to melt my resolve 7 1/2 years later. He owns me.
Edit: This photo was taken around the time we were planning a move from the Texas panhandle to New Mexico. My daughter, grandson and soon to be son in law were making the move too, but we neglected to make it clear to my grandson that he was going too because he told his mom he guessed he'd have to find some other family to live with since we were moving. Doesn't that break your heart?
In my college courses I can usually count on, at least, having my age in common with the professor if not with any of my fellow classmates, but that's not the case with the professor of my summer course. This prof. is as cute as a bug's ear and looks like she's about 14 years old, and man, she is an unabashed, agenda pushing, liberal. Sometimes, I think with age comes political wisdom, not that I would consider myself wise, but as one ages I think the idealism of youth is tempered with some practicality.
My daughter and I were discussing road rage and how she struggles with it. She said she'd been talking on the subject with one of her co-workers and he related this story. As he was driving home from work one evening he came upon a slow moving vehicle. The car had its blinker on to turn so he sped up to go around it. The next thing he knew his back windshield was blown out. He thought he'd been shot in the back of the head when shattered glass struck him. When he called the police they said it was probably just some kids with a BB gun. Um, no, the guy found the bullet thingie in his car. Daughter is a nurse at JPS so I am assuming this happened near there. I worry about her in that neighborhood.
If you have ugly monkey toes does polishing your toenails camouflage the ugly or call attention to it?
I just finished Mercy by Jodi Picoult. I love her books. I wish my situation had been resolved the way one of the plotlines in this book was. It's too bad real life can't be tied up in a neat little package of resolved plot scenarios.
Woo hoo, Deryl Dodd fun tomorrow night.
2 comments:
The road rage- let it get to you, you are the only one who suffers. Took me a while but, I'm pretty well over it. A girl I went to school with witnessed a murder as a result of 'road rage'. The guy was shot in the throat after some kind of altercation.
Girls HAVE to take care of their feet regardless. Even if cursed with caveman toes have to do the best they can with what they've got.
The most I do because of road rage is curse and nobody hears but me.
Oh, I do the best I have with what I've got but that ain't saying much.
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