Most of you are likely observing the Super Bowl with some kind of celebration. At our house, we’ve opted out … of most everything today.
Although there was only a dusting of the white stuff, we took a snow day, slept in, had pancakes for breakfast, and puttered around the house. (Catherine is, ahem, still in her pajamas.)
Taco soup is bubbling away in the Crock-Pot for when we watch the commercials — er, game — in a little while.
I don’t know how it got to be so late in the day. We started cleaning out a drawer, then another, getting rid of a variety of junk, old videotapes, CDs, various chargers and wires that no longer have homes.
And then I opened a box of old photos, and a second box of old photos. And a third box of old photos.
I have spent the day trying to corral them all, determined that I will FINALLY get them labeled and in all those photos albums I keep accumulating. A few each night maybe.
But first, I had to cull them, throw away the out-of-focus, duplicates, hundreds of negatives and CVS photo envelopes. I got everything into just one box, which was a start. Catherine has put herself to work making an album of Mead School photos.
Along the way, we’ve been reminiscing: “Look at this one!” “Remember this day?” “We were so young.” “Dad’s hair is so dark!” and so on.
Catherine has declared herself “cute” numerous times. The kid has a point.
Suffice it to say, it was a fabulous walk through Every Blizzard We’ve Ever Had, Every Christmas Tree Motif We’ve Ever Created, Every Birthday Cake I Ever Baked, etc. And more: some really fun moments, many of which I’ve set aside to share with you someday, and some I offer up today:
Me at Oakland Beach, 1969. I’m 3 and already know my way around a stylin’ pair of glasses.
Me as assistant editor of The Rivertowns Enterprise, Hastings-on-Hudson, NY, likely in 1991 or so (there was no date on the Polaroid). I didn’t normally dress this way for work; I guess I was in the Halloween spirit this day. Love the picture on my desk, waiting for my photo wheel calculations, the Love stamp mug we still have in the cabinet somewhere, and the can of Diet Coke, a beverage I practically mainlined in those days. (And no, I have no idea why I thought a broach set off this outfit!)
One thing you can’t see here, but which a certain former editor who sometimes reads this blog will remember is the black electrical tape I affixed to the floor, Les Nessman-style, to mark off my “office.”
Catherine’s first trip to Playland in Rye, NY. She’s 2; we’re waiting for the Kiddieland train to start. She wasn’t so sure about it at first, but warmed up pretty quickly.
Our trip to the Bronx Zoo, August 2002. Always loved this photo of Basil and Catherine, taken in the monorail car; the image sat on my desk at various jobs for many years.
Catherine’s photograph of me photographing her in August 2002. Wish I could figure out where it was taken!