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So the show is going well-ish. We have a stumble through tonight - the first time we are going to run all three acts in sequence. Hopefully we will get through it without too much stopping and starting.
I saw my folks yesterday. The weather was such that my dad spent the day watching sports instead of off golfing. I met my mom at the gallery and helped for a while before going home for lunch. Then while she ironed clothes we chatted. My mom hates ironing, and so I try to entertain her so she doesn't feel like she's just wasting time.
Then I requested class photos - you know the ones, while growing up the school pictures that are of the whole class? Yeah. I was looking for elementary school. Because, y'know my HS reunion is coming up on Saturday.
So we spent most of the rest of the afternoon laughing over the big box o' family photos. One thing about class pictures (and man, we found a lot of them) is the school photos don't generally have the year on them. So it was a guessing game as to how old my brother and I were in the various pictures. There was a time in my brother's teenagerhood where he looks kinda like he wants to reach for a gun and blow you away. I just look kind of vacant in a lot of pictures from when I was a young teenager. And then there are the portrait pictures of my parents where my dad looks like he is plotting a mob takeover, and my mom looks like she is about to ask you if you've taken Jesus Christ as your personal savior.
Yeah. The whole family portrait from that photo shoot with my brother the hood, and me looking like a brainless twit - awesome. I can kind of understand why we only ever did that *once.*
The pictures of my parents as children were kind of cool. Although the picture of my mother naked sitting on a stone wall when she was about two was slightly disturbing - only because she is outside and looks cold, and my mother told me *her* mother used to show that picture to all her boyfriends. Cliche - but it does happen.
I think my favorite pictures of my mom were from the summer of '69 - she and my dad were at the beach, and she is in an orange bathing suit building sandcastles. She looks so carefree. Of course that would have been just before she was pregnant with my brother (my brother almost had someone he went to college with convinced he was conceived at Woodstock - but while it would have been almost the right time for it, my parents were never there... so they *say*).
So our search only found two all-class photos for me. Kindergarten and fourth grade. Plus a photo of me as a thief in a second grade play - a Nancy Drew mystery. It was a Nancy Drew mystery that had about ten cops, ten thieves and one Nancy Drew. Funny as hell.
I saw my folks yesterday. The weather was such that my dad spent the day watching sports instead of off golfing. I met my mom at the gallery and helped for a while before going home for lunch. Then while she ironed clothes we chatted. My mom hates ironing, and so I try to entertain her so she doesn't feel like she's just wasting time.
Then I requested class photos - you know the ones, while growing up the school pictures that are of the whole class? Yeah. I was looking for elementary school. Because, y'know my HS reunion is coming up on Saturday.
So we spent most of the rest of the afternoon laughing over the big box o' family photos. One thing about class pictures (and man, we found a lot of them) is the school photos don't generally have the year on them. So it was a guessing game as to how old my brother and I were in the various pictures. There was a time in my brother's teenagerhood where he looks kinda like he wants to reach for a gun and blow you away. I just look kind of vacant in a lot of pictures from when I was a young teenager. And then there are the portrait pictures of my parents where my dad looks like he is plotting a mob takeover, and my mom looks like she is about to ask you if you've taken Jesus Christ as your personal savior.
Yeah. The whole family portrait from that photo shoot with my brother the hood, and me looking like a brainless twit - awesome. I can kind of understand why we only ever did that *once.*
The pictures of my parents as children were kind of cool. Although the picture of my mother naked sitting on a stone wall when she was about two was slightly disturbing - only because she is outside and looks cold, and my mother told me *her* mother used to show that picture to all her boyfriends. Cliche - but it does happen.
I think my favorite pictures of my mom were from the summer of '69 - she and my dad were at the beach, and she is in an orange bathing suit building sandcastles. She looks so carefree. Of course that would have been just before she was pregnant with my brother (my brother almost had someone he went to college with convinced he was conceived at Woodstock - but while it would have been almost the right time for it, my parents were never there... so they *say*).
So our search only found two all-class photos for me. Kindergarten and fourth grade. Plus a photo of me as a thief in a second grade play - a Nancy Drew mystery. It was a Nancy Drew mystery that had about ten cops, ten thieves and one Nancy Drew. Funny as hell.