Day 339. Me, Myself …

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Is that what pops into your head whenever you’re in front of a mirror?  If, for no other reason, than you’re reminded of the children’s fairy tale, Snow White.  It’s anpointillism interesting question.  “What do you think when staring at a reflection of yourself”.

Don’t know why I didn’t write about it, last week, when I first saw this WordPress Daily Prompt question.  “Finish this sentence:  When I look in the mirror, I …”  I guess it just didn’t capture my imagination back then, like it is now.

So what do you see?  I’m curious.

I see a woman who resembles several different people.  I see my mother in me.  The colour of her eyes.  Her colouring, in general.  The shape of her face.  Some of her expressions.  I see my father in me.  The size and shape of his eyes.  His mouth.  His smile.  His nose.   And then I also see my maternal grandmother in me.  There are photographs of her, when she was young, where I look exactly like her.  Or so I’ve been told.

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Day 311. That’s Entertainment

What a great night I had last night. No, I didn’t have a date with a fabulous man. I didn’t have an amazing meal at a wonderful restaurant, either. Didn’t go out snowwhiteclubbing or anywhere else you’d probably expect me to be.

Believe it or not, I was at a school play.

My friend Marilyn has two little grand nephews who have to be the cutest kids you’ll ever meet. And that’s saying something, because when the maternal genes were being handed out, I must have been wearing a “Do Not Disturb” sign. “No Trespassing”. “Beware Of Dog”. “Stay Off The Grass”.

Don’t get me wrong. I like kids. I just never wanted any of my own. And, usually, after an hour with most of them, I’m ready to get back to the peace and quiet of my home.

Sorry. I’m just being honest. “Chacun son gout“, as they say. “Each to his own“, for the anglophones among you.

But these two kids. A different story, entirely. Whenever we spend time with them, I always say I’m taking them home with me. And I mean it. They are that adorable.

‘G’ is the eldest. He’s 7 and has always been a ham. Great personality. Not shy. And aside from his red hair

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