We, who are not narcissists and who don't look into mirrors all that much, fail to pay attention. An ordinary seeming lady asked me the other day for my hair color and I said brown. I figured it was close enough for government work.
I don't care. It's always been brown and is still brownish and 40 years later it still won't lie down and I don't care.
Some of us plan to age gracefully and others never thought we would grow old.
|The Three Captains and a Major|
Yes - and so is mine.ReplyDelete
dreams cometh to us uncalled....often while we're sleeping and dreaming.ReplyDelete
To paraphrase Picard, it is red!
Brownish, I like that.ReplyDelete
I claim the same, though truth be told I really need to work at finding a brown strand. On top, it's all windswept and devoid of "foliage" of any color.
(BTW, FWIW, first picture I've seen of you, not taken by my son that is, where you're not in Naval Attire.)
No no. There was that picture of me with my grandfather blessing the wing of the new church in Carlisle. I think I was 5. My mother remembers making the clothing. I'm sure I posted it a few years ago.Delete
I called Lex before Dave's Ordination ceremony and asked, "uniforms". He was the one that said yes. I slipped into the seat next to him and said, "nice uniform" at which point he told me about cleaning pet hair off the uniforms of retired people. We both hung up the uniform the same month and I never thought I'd wear it again. That was the last time.ReplyDelete
Time moves on....memories..ReplyDelete