Two Bits Of Silliness
This one isn't remotely bookish but everytime I see myself in a photo I'm taken aback by my lack of stature. Really, no lie, in my day to day life, my height equals that of my friends (except when shopping for pants). So what is the deal: Do I shrink in photos or do I just have delusions of stature? Does anything about your appearance in photos not jive with your mental image of yourself?
This bit silliness is bookish in a roundabout way. Today, my little boy and I drove to the closest town to pick up a friend for a playdate. This was our first time to see the friend's house and what a shock! Never in my life have I seen such a pristine home. Even when my house is perfect it is a hundred times worse than this house. How the woman does it with three boys under age ten boggles the mind.
Lovely as it was, there was one problem I spotted immediately. Can you guess? There was nary a book in sight... or newspaper... or magazine. Hmm... now that I think about it, the kitchen/dining/living areas were devoid of any signs whatsoever of
personality special interests (no toys even). Really, I don't feel so bad about my clutter now because that kind of home is not humanly possible. They are obviously...