The dealings leading up to the Mazda purchase were interesting and involved meeting with a bank officer to arrange a small loan. It began when I swaggered in and confidently requested a minor extension on my line of credit on a temporary basis. It ended when I pulled out my derringer and shot the skinny bitch - oh! excuse me! - it ended after I had disclosed my income, investments, marital status, frequency of dental appointments, and favorite color of nail polish, then finally handed over most of my dignity in a bucket that I had previously hurled in. When did the world become so suspicious? Her demands became so exacting and (I thought), outrageous, and the more she wanted, the angrier I got. It went right down to the wire on Friday the 13th, when I at last managed to satisfy her demands. I even had my poor sweetheart rooting through the landmine of my personal files at home, looking for an invisible piece of paper that never existed (sorry, honey), sweating profusely in 30 degree Celsius heat, while I remained chained to my desk running a double clinic (cue the violins). I fired several caustic, profusely profane texts his way - not directed at him, of course, but about the bank officer, explaining in no small detail how I would bribe karma to roll back over her and leave tire tracks all over her delicate, furrowed brow. I pretty much worked myself into a lethal fury, earning frightened respect and wide-eyed tip-toeing from all those who stepped near the firing range. And then.... just when I was about to boil over like molten lava - a tentative, hopeful text arrived from my hubby. "So! Angry sex tonight?". He managed to hit exactly the right tone at exactly the right time and, just like on those episodes of Mission Impossible, the bomb was diffused with less than one second to spare. And nevermind, all you inquiring minds out there - my responding text remains classified.
Last weekend was spent in Calgary, for the hugely-anticipated launch of The Origin, the family history book that sister Jan and I co-authored. We celebrated with very special champagne and the intoxicating joy of having almost our entire family together, on a beautiful summer's day, at Jan and Frank's welcoming home. Babies! We had babies! I cannot resist sharing them with you now. Everybody? Meet the kids:
And may I say, it was certainly a pleasure to spend time photographing these beautiful children without being arrested for pedophilia?
On a more serious note, that effing fickle finger of fate has recently pointed in this direction, with one of my most cherished friends being recently diagnosed with breast cancer. She walks the same path I took just a few short months ago, and is facing her challenges with graceful courage and patience. This damned disease is so indiscriminate and unpredictable. Hey, all you ladies out there over 40! Have you had your mammogram lately?
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