Stamp of Approval

The featured image is of my paternal grandfather, Frizzell (never sure how to spell his name, one “z”,or two, one “l” or ‘two”?)   a most interesting and confusing background, Native American, Caucasian, and Indian from India —

 

My joy at the moment is because a real man who meets my father in the book, informed me that he has received it and he calls it “a good one”shouldn’t make me as happy as it does.    Let’s just say as things fall apart as they do, he and I have something, and I do no always know exactly what it is, but if he says it’s a good one, then I can’t help but glow.  

 

It is a good one but for more than he may think… if I didn’t already care about him, this would be reason to.  Now I will just lean back in the joy of this accomplishment.  

 

I am so glad that these men meet, and that they like each other.  He has no way of knowing what this means to me.  

 

I have been thinking about that arrow of time a little bit, and well, wondering if I can cause that arrow to move differently, and if I had that opportunity, what would I do?  

 

Wondering how I would make that arrow move?  These men would indeed meet, and I believe that my son would be joyous… Well the first (and only, I say sadly) time my son saw me with this man, he said, “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you happy with a man.” I had been married for forty years when he sad that, not the son of my ex-husbands, but with a sperm donor father of necessity.  

 

Ansted with iPod in Toronto

Ansted wwith iPod in Toronto

 

 

 

Well I will not post his picture,that got much too far, but at least I know he likes it, and knowing that is everything right now.

ME:

 

My Father:

 

 

I will rest with this interlude of joy.  

 

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