This is my grandmother, the woman who raised me. It was taken when she was about fifteen, sometime around 1942.
It’s occurred to me, that I am now old enough to know people who are young enough that I can legitimately say things to them like: I’ve been (insert phrase/action/etc here) since before you were born. Not quite sure yet, quite how I feel about that. I dislike men who believe that the only reason a woman wants to discuss something with them, is because she needs assistance. Blow me....
There Is No Spoon
Earlier this evening I managed to hit myself in the face with a spoon. I feel that deep down there has to be something at least remotely surreal about this. If not surreal, than very definitely slapstick.