Well, not really. And not yet. Also, not yet for the pirate and I.
But in our little world there are a fair number of babies on the horizon (Miss Anna Mae, Baby Brown, and Baby Tami-John). Three sets of friends we know are expecting this summer and I’ve begun knitting madly so that maybe their baby hats will done before they are born. This will be a feat as most little people who come into my life don’t get their first knitted item until after they are done incubating.
These are happy and exciting times folks.
In other news:
My dad recently sent me a picture of my poorly remembered youth. I’m on my 82-year-old grandfather’s lap and my sister (9 at the time) is sitting next to him. We’re in the backyard in Brighton and both he and she look so happy.
I look vaguely peeved. Or confused.
It’s a good picture though and I’m happy he sent it to me. Most of the pictures of me as a small person are still in the photo albums at home. This though came from a bunch of slides that my dad recently acquired through the wonders of the technology.
Growing up I often heard of these slides. My family referenced them as others might give directions to Shangri-la.
“The pictures of the Kris Kringle Mart? They’re on the slides. But that was BA.”
BA-Before Ninjamechanic. A time that usually referred to the 9 years or so that my family was incomplete before I finally decided to show up.
They lived in Germany. My sister played golf on the Arsenal. We had a guinea pig. They participated in Volksmarches and our poodle went for bike rides.
Plenty happened after Ninjamechanic hit the scene … We moved to Northern Virginia. My dad and sister built the deck. We almost burned the kitchen down that one time in Indian Princesses.
Grade school. College. Georgia. Pirate-Ninja Wedding. Life stuff.
All just normal everyday things, but all things of which I have seen photographs. I’m a visual learner which I think contributes to my love of photography. You can express things in photographs or snapshots that other mediums sometimes struggle to articulate.
Moments in time that are fragile. Echoes of people who are no longer here and places that are out of reach.
I look forward to seeing what other things Dad digs up as he reclaims the slides. Especially the BA ones.