Sunday, Jul. 31, 2005
I'm on cloud nine again, just got done talking to T. He will be back here later in the week, for which I'm overjoyed. He asked me for a picture today, too.
The only pictures of me during the past God-only-knows how many years, my daughter snapped with my digicam. I don't take good pictures at best. I suppose I should bite the bullet and have some professional portraits made. My kids still mourn the fact that they don't have pictures of their father. There are a few of my ex, but most are snapshots and he's just one person among several in the images, and there are virtually none after our children were of any size.
After my ex died, I swore I wouldn't do that to my kids, deciding that I'd have photos taken periodically
Well, that was the plan, anyway. It just hasn't worked out that way. The past few years, between the umpteen things I've gone through, the ungodly hours I've worked, and just plain forgetting, photographs sort of fell by the wayside.
Then along came T and reminded me that people have pictures taken. It's normal, something I aspire to be someday, hehehe. (If I can ever figure out what "normal" is, that is.) And his request came just a few weeks after my sis and her boyfriend had their portraits made - again, reminding me that, "Oh yeah, this is what people do."
Holy mackerel, Batman... could my brain be righting itself after all these years? What a bizarre concept...
So now I'm off driving to 00's house to have her take pictures. I am such a complete doofus sometimes.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )