“What did her friend think of me? Why did she make that face at me?”

"What did her friend think of me?  Why did she make that face at me?"
The Gargoyle Guards the Door on His Perch, 2007

H.o.p.’s questions on someone visiting the building, who made a face at him and sighed, it seems, with some contempt when she was passing and he was playing the gargoyle. I hadn’t noticed it but H.o.p. did and asked me about it several times. What I had noticed was that though it is our apartment building, and she was a visitor waiting outside for her friend, she looked at me with such an expression of displeasure, on her approach, seeming to wish me away, that I had H.o.p. follow me down the corner around the building to wait until she’d left. I was wondering if it was my imagination but there was some peculiar enough vibe that it walked me off.

At first he simply said, “What did that woman think of me?” I didn’t understand his concern but realized after a bit he was serious and asked him what was making him wonder. And he mimicked for me her action and how she had puffed out her breath contemptuously at him and asked why she’d done it.

I told him that perhaps she was tired. Perhaps she was.

The woman in the pic is not the woman who made the face.

Pain and the Dangerous Sport of Dish Washing

Pain and The Dangerous Sport of Dish Washing
Pain and the Dangerous Sport of Dish Washing
May 2007

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For better view click to go to Flickr and then click on All Sizes. This one is all jaggedy because of resizing.

Anyway, there it is, Marty’s encounter with one of those overly brittle Ikea glasses that shatter so easily (and quietly) in the sink. Eleven stitches worth. Thus far things seem to be going smoothly in the healing end.