It's unfortunate that SloMo wasn't able to join us for our visit last week. She's a big part of my life and the lives of some of these women.
But sadly, the cake was missing -- most likely dumped to make room for all the fresh-frozen food a mama's boy [and an army of mama's boys] could ever need. I'm not really sad about it. I'm angry. But that's a story for another time, dammit.
Not all was lost. The invocation was still to be had.
One thing I've learned from SloMo is how to take candid photos. Point and shoot and don't be afraid. What's to lose? They're digital images. Don't like em? Delete em!
I'd say I'm getting pretty good at it too. She always said it takes weeding through about a hundred shots to find that one good, clear one. Well, I'm still looking for some of those but I lucked out in Paradise.
Andrea put her sunglasses on top of her head -- something I think we all do. I didn't think anything of it till a few sips -- I mean, moments -- later when she checked herself out in the reflection of her spoon. Then she caught me capturing her checking herself out. And still, she didn't even notice I captured her catching me capturing her!
Ask Adorable Andrea about the feet around her neck. I think it's a pretty profound symbol.
Thanks SloMo. You were missed but not forgotten.