Old Guys Waiting on election results is aging me. I feel as old as these 2 guys, who decorate our guest room. 160 Years! I am weary from waiting. It's I'm 160 years old. I must have at least 160 worry wrinkles on my face, from waiting on results. Lincoln became president on this very day, 160 years ago. I feel like I need to celebrate. I've always loved this portrait. It hung in my house growing up and it's in our Lincoln Room... where guests sleep.
Some might think this image is a little unsettling in a guest room. It's old. He's old. Old can be eerie. But what's really unsettling is realizing how young Lincoln was in this photo. He died at age 56. He was nearly 10 years younger than me, at his inauguration. Oh my,
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Not-So-Happy List
Cancer, Covid & Coronary... I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done. On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me. I ranted for a year, until I got my vaccine in March 2021. Coronary Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was Don who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C". Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post! Archives
January 2022
Categories |