Out of Character

I have started asking my friends for pictures of myself and them which is out of character for me. I hate having my picture made. Generally it sends me to the extremes of self-loathing. For every photo of me I share there are at least 100 rejected to get to one that does not send me over the edge. I think this change of heart was perhaps sparked by my grandmothers death and the photos of us she kept over the years. Going through the photos I realized there were very few of her with us. I found myself wishing for a photo of the time we talked her into wearing shorts, of her talking with us around her table, of her filling the number 5 washtub for us to use as a swimming pool and of her and I at Uncle Charlie's funeral. I pushed her wheelchair and she cracked jokes about how fun the ride would be down the hill, if I simply let go. She said Brenda Sue do you think you could run fast enough to catch me at the bottom.

I am short-fat-round with a goofy smile and hair that I can not color fast enough to hide my near 80% gray, I know that. The people in my life know that. I guess if I can capture those people I love with me in a few snapshots here and there thats a good thing. Granny, I let go and am simply enjoying the gifts of a shared journey and friendship. The photos: Patty, Haddy and myself at Patty's farm 2010, Trish and I at I-Hop June 2010. Life is groovy and I am simply.