It's official. I'm an old fart. I bought these patio chairs a couple of weekends ago.
I know, yawn. Dull, brown or is that grey? They don't do anything except fold up. But they are mine. I even got to sit in one for about 10 minutes today.
And the mint is up and taking over. I love it. Love mint and from the looks of it I'll be able to start picking it in another week.
Something else has occurred to me lately that I am finding hysterically funny. After almost fifty years, I am just coming to accept that I am a fair skinned freckly person. Who knew?! I have been taking a lot of self portraits with my point and shoot, trying to get a better bio shot since it's been three months that I first cut my hair and I don't think I much look like my old mug anymore. In this process of looking closely at these hundreds of shots, it's dawning on me, holy crap I really am fair skinned and freckly, aren't I? I think up until now I have obsessed about my other and more evident flaws, blowing each one of those out of proportion that the more obvious parts of me were invisible to myself. For some reason, I am finding this hysterically funny.