January 14, 2008
Dropping from the veils of morning
Boy in Black stopped home today to pick up his guitar. He sat on the arm of my chair while we talked about his first day of classes, and then he looked at the photo on the screen of my laptop.
Me: What do you think of this photo?
Boy in Black: That's the picture you took on our way to snowboarding yesterday.
Me: Do you like it?
Boy in Black: Yeah. You going to put in on your blog?
Me: I guess.
Boy in Black: Are you going to write a post about it?
Me: I wasn't planning to.
Boy in Black: You can say how you got everyone in the car mad by stopping to take a photo.
Me: It took ONE MINUTE to take the photo.
Boy in Black: And how the chairlift was about to open.
Me: I didn't even get out of the car.
Boy in Black: And everyone was yelling at you that we were going to be late.
Me: We were practically the first people into the lodge.
Boy in Black: And how the car behind us almost hit us because you just stopped out of the blue.
Me: I didn't think anyone was behind us.
Boy in Black: You never look in your mirrors.
Me: It was a deserted country road.
Boy in Black: So we almost got in an accident with Neighbor Family.
Me (laughing): It's funny that the car behind us turned out to be them.
Boy in Black: Well, they left their house way later, but you drive so slow.
Me: I was driving at a perfectly normal speed.
Boy in Black: And stopping to take pictures.
Me: Once. I took exactly one picture.
Boy in Black: Yeah, write a post about how peaceful it was.
Posted by jo(e)