And no, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout what comes in the bottle, ladies.
First things first: I am taking today AND tomorrow off from work, and let me tell you, as I sit here, in my PJs, typing, with a brisk July morning temp of 49 (yes, you heard me) degrees, with a local time of 7:53 a.m., I am SO looking forward to this day. And the day ‘morrow. And the ‘morrows following, until Monday. (Saying ‘morrow makes me feel like a turn of the century poet, or Ben Franklin.)
And one of the things I have planned for today is photo uploading and archiving. Uploads for May and June photos, and archiving for the the past 4 months. I love fresh photos, and I love knowing that my shots are relatively safe were my beloved Mac to up and meet its maker on me.
Last night, however, I was searching through iPhoto, which dates back to March 2004, when I got my first digital camera, and I was specifically looking for pictures of Dan, and came across this lovely, black velvet self portrait series. (I had a remote shutter tripper in my hand. Nice.)
There are more, but these few are definitely my favorite, especially the middle one where Dan creates a manly bicep using no trickery of any kind. I’m fairly certain I’ve posted the boob-grabbing one. Boob-grabbing is sort of a generalized, recurring theme in my life.
But the lighting was damned good! And these were taken with my old Nikon N80, and holy crap, I was thinner then. Granted, it was 2005. I was smoking like a fiend (oh, THAT old story), and yet, I can’t help but think to myself the following thought:
And see Dan? Today, he looks EXACTLY the same, possibly even better and with less love handle. His t-shirts fit him year after year after year. I know this because I fold them and put them away. He doesn’t have a rotating closet of sizes like I do. He also didn’t eat 24 popsicles yesterday. Or have those two Hershey bars that somehow found their way into my mouth.
What a difference 30 pounds doth make.
And so, all it takes, apparently, is a little black velvet flashback to refocus your efforts.
And so I say to this coming Saturday: I shall meet you with better health.
(Can’t do it on the ‘morrow. Too much drinking and meat ingestion is planned.)
Have a safe and happy Holiday weekend.