Take a good long look at this photo reader, if you can stomach it, that is. (Pun originally not intended, but upon review, intended.) Yes, totally ridiculous, right? Certainly, my wife married an ass.
Analysis of the Art
Notice the sangfroid, the mindfulness, the skill with which the subject savors quality iced tea from a straw as the drink is precariously balanced on his belly. It is worth mentioning that I probably could have done this without leaning back a few years ago so well suited was my belly for balancing tea and perhaps larger objects.
What I want the reader to really know is what cannot be seen in this photo. This is Thursday at 1:00. I have had one of the most miserable weeks in recent memory beset with a nasty sinus infection and crippling shoulder tension from a lot of practice and a lot of guitar lessons. Two hours after the photo is taken I go and teach guitar for the evening which will further irritate my shoulders. I will also be terrified the entire time that one of my students will get a whiff of my abominable sinus infection breath. But they are so adorable and polite they say nothing and simply scoot their chair back a few yards.
Yet, this photo depicts a loose, Jolly fellow who, rather than exuding the grip of illness and of the work to come that evening, is having a bit of fun.
Behind the Scenes
No cajoling was needed from my sweet wife for this pose. It was simply something I wanted to do with no intention of having a photo made. It was spontaneous. Sure, it was for her benefit and a bit for mine, but it was spontaneous. I simply felt that goofy and alive. But how could that be? Is he 4 cards short of a deck? And why are they having tea mid-day? Slackers!!! Why the hell not?
Long ago I am quite certain I would be found curled up on the couch with a blanket over my head for a far less debilitating illness, making an occasional animal noise for attention. Now I feel that there is simply too much fun to be had and that I am missing out if I lay on the couch and feel sorry for myself. A day may come when I am sick enough to take to the couch, but not this time. This must be so much more fun for my wife than what used to be. I hope that I am a better husband than I used to be. What a dud I once was. I am so happy I can conjure the goofy just about any time any place now. Goofy on demand and better for it.