Saturday, March 16, 2013
I ask you -- what kind of chance did I have in life?
Here I am at three or so -- dressed up as if I am heading off to court or hitting the campaign trail. Or, more likely, to be a Fuller brush man.
Now, there are people who claim that I was born 35 years old in a three piece suit. Complete with an attaché case. Maybe I wasn't three in this photograph. This may have been the delivery room of Mast Hospital. Cameras seldom lie.
I am now in Bend. A moving van showed up at the Salem house Friday morning. A few items that were headed to my mother's house in Bend (along with a lot of large items headed to Goodwill) were quickly tucked away.
Simultaneously, my house sitter and his family were loading up some of my other Stuff -- for him to use in a future apartment.
The result is that by 9:30, I had said my final farewell to Salem and the house was turned over to new buyers. I wish I could say it was turned over clean. But we had a short time frame to make what was once mine someone else's.
While packing away things at Mom's house, I ran across an old photograph album that includes some very interesting images. Some I will share with you in the next few days.
But this one sums up my mood today.
I knew I was saving up that smile for something.