Sorry to be debbie downer. Hopefully, I’m making a turn. I had a great time tonight with the incoming leadership team for the League, and I’m grateful that our incoming historian made us pose for a dozen photos. (No, none were taken with my camera.) I was having a bad hair day, but given the turns life has made this week already, I smiled and cooperated anyway.
Friend is on the far right
It’s really sad to realize I don’t have photos with my recently departed friend. This is the closest I can get, and only then, because my darling ‘Nita insisted upon a group-ish photo. My friend was a photographer, and like most of us, she didn’t want a photo taken when her hair wasn’t perfect, or because she wasn’t appropriately attired, etc. Heck, I’m cringing at this version of me, but I’m glad Anita was persistent and the photo exists.
So to all of you who, like the Knight and sometimes myself, try to hide from the camera, remember that a day will come when someone will wish they had a photo of you – maybe plural – and try to cooperate for just a moment.
And yeah, I’m going to try to remember to TAKE photos too. Because life is short and you just never know when there will be no more chances for a photo.
I’m also very thankful for sweet ladies who care, who aren’t being polite when they ask how I am and what they can do to help. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fabulous dessert table we were all enjoying… I am blessed to be surrounded by kind, supportive people. It makes it much easier for me to keep on giving and being supportive too. A wise woman often reminds me that I can’t give from empty, but thanks to you and my local network of friends, there’s no chance I’ll even see a low fuel light.
And it hurts none at all when Miss Ellie recognizes my car when I turn in her
parents’ driveway and begins excusing herself from her other guests to come greet me personally and assure I remember the way to the champagne punch. I wish I’d gotten a black-footed photo this evening, proving that the lovely hostess does her own gardening, even when she has company. The wonderful thing about doggy therapists is there’s no appointment or co-pay required.
Dogs, chocolate, salted caramel, champagne and friends. These are a few of my favorite things.