Last evening I was trying to decide on a subject for today's entry and the truth is that I'm sick nigh unto death of all my photographs. All 24,378 of them. I think it's mostly that I've been cooped up in these 2 rooms for 6 days now and my tolerance for being at home has been surpassed. The nurse came and checked my vital signs (I told her ahead of time that they were normal and I was right) and will see if the doctor prescribes an antibiotic. I seem unable to weather a cold without it settling in my sinuses and staying there until help arrives.
Here are the pictures I decided to share today.
|Yours truly, as a baby. I thought it was a recent development that my right eyelid droops, but the condition appears to have been around for 75 years.|
|On the left......that's Mr. Bob back there, plying his trade as a telephone book compositor. For years he could read upside down and backwards, but couldn't get his fingernails clean.|
|A silly picture taken in the 1980s by Chris. We used it in our shop window when we lost our lease and had to move to another location.|
|How's this for priceless? It's Mr. Bob back in the 1960s. Now, when I ask for a pen, he rarely has one in his pocket.|
|The happy couple in the garden. Taken long enough ago, that big glasses were "in".|
|No explanation for this. Tim's roller skates, plaid pants, big glasses. Why am I even storing this photo???|
|Little Bobby Humphrey and his younger sister. He can still remember pinching his leg nervously when this picture was being taken.|
|Yes, I used to have that bad habit. We didn't know it was bad at the time. And yes, that sunbathing cost me a basal cell carcinoma. We didn't know what we do now about sunbathing, either.|
P.S. For your information, it's pronounced "ack-ro-mat-ic".