When my father went blind, I sometimes took him to the Blind Center where he could socialize. One day, I met an old blind lady there, named Ruth. She was charming but what captivated me most was that Ruth had penciled her bald eyebrows into a surprised arch……. with a bright red lip liner.
I remember thinking, ‘Oh my gosh, is this my fate in my old age? Will I be doing things like this?”
Apparently so. I look in the mirror as I’m getting ready for my big Studio Art Tour Event and I notice that I have outlined my eyes, top and bottom, not with a brown eyebrow pencil but with my red lip liner.
I assure myself that the light in this bathroom is very poor.
It’s the day of the Studio Tour when hopefully, hordes of buyers will come and purchase my art.
Summer, her father Bumpa, and my grand kids are here to help me. Lexi is six and Loch is three.
Loch has arrived wearing his usual attire. A tee shirt, shorts, high plastic yellow rain boots patterned with some kid design and his large green and white cotton gloves.
He only takes his gloves off when he goes to bed. For several years now he has referred to himself as ‘a hard working man,’ and he likes to dress the part.
Summer tells me he wears the gloves so constantly that they have acquired a rank stink.
“I’ve washed them and bleached them but within a few days, the smell is back,” she says.
She tells me she is afraid that he’s going to get a fungus. (more…)