Thanks, I saw them sitting and talking together on the terrace behind the Ferry Building while I was waiting for my boat. They looked happy to be together. My mom's birthday would have been Apr 27th, so maybe the subject was attractive because my mom was lingering somewhere in my thoughts. I didn't really make any connection with this image and her birthday until I was posting here yesterday.
One time, on Easter in 2005, I was packing up to move out of San Francisco, and to Vallejo. I had this little thing on my doorway where I could put mail that I wanted to not lose, because it was due - bills and stuff like that. Over the years other stuff had collected in there too, and so I started sorting through it to see if I should keep or toss. There, was this smallish dark blue envelope with my name on the front in that almost unreadable but familiar scrawl of my mother's.
Inside was a small card with a funny picture of a rabbit and Easter eggs, and inside, again the scrawl, Happy Easter! Love, Mom. It must have been sitting there for a few years judging from the state of decline of the handwriting. Djaza was there helping me, and I quickly walked away to be by myself for a moment, and my eyes teared up and everything. I sat down for a second, and then went back and showed her.
I'm not a person of any kind of faith at all, and I loathe "magic thinking". Be that as it may, I seem to very often have things like this happen, especially with my painter friends just before they ask me to make things for them. I tell Djaza that I am thinking of so and so, and a day or so later they call. This happens all the time.
Anyway, thanks for the comment. I liked this picture too.
It's nice to have a story like that behind a photo. I think you were meant to find that card of your mother's. I do think things have a way of happening like that. I hope Djaza is well.
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Date: 2010-05-01 11:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-05-01 06:00 pm (UTC)One time, on Easter in 2005, I was packing up to move out of San Francisco, and to Vallejo. I had this little thing on my doorway where I could put mail that I wanted to not lose, because it was due - bills and stuff like that. Over the years other stuff had collected in there too, and so I started sorting through it to see if I should keep or toss. There, was this smallish dark blue envelope with my name on the front in that almost unreadable but familiar scrawl of my mother's.
Inside was a small card with a funny picture of a rabbit and Easter eggs, and inside, again the scrawl, Happy Easter! Love, Mom. It must have been sitting there for a few years judging from the state of decline of the handwriting. Djaza was there helping me, and I quickly walked away to be by myself for a moment, and my eyes teared up and everything. I sat down for a second, and then went back and showed her.
I'm not a person of any kind of faith at all, and I loathe "magic thinking". Be that as it may, I seem to very often have things like this happen, especially with my painter friends just before they ask me to make things for them. I tell Djaza that I am thinking of so and so, and a day or so later they call. This happens all the time.
Anyway, thanks for the comment. I liked this picture too.
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Date: 2010-05-01 11:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-05-02 12:15 am (UTC)