Home Again, Home Again, Jiggty-Jig

[lydamorehouse]

We're back home again after nine and a half hours on the road on the day of my birthday.  As I told Shawn when we got out of the car after the trip, this was the first birthday I actually felt my age.  Nothing makes a person feel 40 than nine and a half hours in a car.  Bleah!

We came home to a TON of packages -- none of them specifically presents for me, except one.  We bought some new lamps because our house is so dark and our overhead light so ugly.  (if you ever wonder what my royalities buy, this is it, folks.)  We also spent some of that money on a new bird-feeder for the backyard, which also arrived while we were away.  I got one present -- an Amazon box with a book for me:  BLACKWATER: THE RISE OF THE WORLD'S MOST POWERFUL MERCENARY ARMY by Jeremy Scahill, a guy I heard talk on PBS with Bill Moyers.  I'm hoping to start that after I finish LAST CHILD IN THE WOODS.

I got a couple of cool presents I can't wait to get to -- some fan fic from

xochiquetzl and this blast from the past from my friend Andrew:


This is Shawn and I and we're sitting outside our apartment on Girard Avenue in Uptown (Minneapolis.)  So, I know the photo is a LEAST ten years old, as we've lived in this house for that long.  However, it could be significantly older as we lived at Girard for at least six years.  So this could be me as much as 16 years ago.  The long hair is an interesting look for me.  I didn't have it for very long.  My hair is dyed black.  Naturally, well... who knows what color my hair is, but the last I checked it was mousey brown.  These days I dye it blonde, but Mason and Shawn have been advocating for black again.

I feel I should probably ruminate on what it means to be 40, but I don't have anything brilliant to say at the moment.  Perhaps later.

 

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Hmmm..... I'm trying to play detective here. I'm pretty sure we have a copy of this picture, or one very, very close to it. You gave it to us on our big "goodbye" party in Saint Paul when we moved to Florida. That was December 1993.

And didn't you live in Girard house when we first met you in the fall of 1990? Which would mean that this picture could be 17 years old? Unfortunately, I only remmber Shawn's hair from that meeting, not yours. I still picture Shawn with her hair like this and it is always a bit of a shock to see her with short hair these days.

I'm pretty sure that we have proven that I am a lousy detective. I wanted to swoop in here with a Holmsian, "Apart from the fact that you've done a lot of physical labor, have been to Afghanistan, are a Freemason, have once again taken up your medical practice, and are a Roman Catholic, I can deduce little from the picture."

I guess some of us will always be Watson.

jpj