I usually don’t notice my face.
I don’t know if it is a defense mechanism or if I really don’t care what I look like. I generally look at myself in the morning enough to do the basics. After that I forget about my looks. I am what I am. I figure I would rather be the ugliest person in the room than the most handsome. I don’t need to look at myself.
So the other day I was startled as I stopped to wash my hands and the sun was shining through the window. It lit up my countenance with all of its glory. I was a bit startled. I wondered who the old man was in the picture. Then I realized it was a mirror and it was I.
There is a reason for candle lit dinners.
homo unius libri
My Grandmother looks at me from my mirror every morning. Some days it is a bit disconcerting to the 30 year old who lives inside this nearly 70 year old body. But most days it is a comfort and brings back fond memories.
ReplyDeleteNow that is a good word picture. I can't see it though. One of my grandfathers had been dead ten years by this age and the other one was at death's door. I figure I have a few more years to go though.
DeleteGrace and peace.
LOL ! (It makes it easier for the restaurant to feed you garbage, too.)
ReplyDeleteIt helps when the eyes don't work as good as they used to. Usually I don't ask a lot of questions about what is in something. If I can eat hot dogs and sausage, I can eat anything.
DeleteGrace and peace.
When I was younger, I used to see wrinkled hands and faces as beautiful pictures of a full and productive life. I'm not so appreciative of my own wrinkles, however.
ReplyDeleteProverbs talks about grey hair being a glory but I can't think of any mention of wrinkles.
DeleteGrace and peace.
You old people go through a lot don't you.
DeleteYes, Vincent. We go through a lot, including being young, which has its own trials. Hang in there and you may be old and wrinkled one day.
DeleteGrace and peace.