© Steve Mitchell 2019
there are faces
this photo of my face
the dying reflection of a bird’s eye
© Steve Mitchell 2019
When I was roughly the same age as Alec in the above photo, I remember sitting on the floor in preschool. We were all of us preschoolers, sitting on the floor, waiting for the end of the school day, waiting to be picked up.
The class door was open onto the parking lot. And, as I waited, I remember looking out the door and seeing my dad, just all of the sudden. There he was. He stood in the parking lot, still in uniform, backlit by the sun. I couldn’t even really see his face but, of course I recognized him. He looked ten feet tall. He looked solid and immovable.
That’s how I remember it.
And I remember I was thrilled to see him. I was excited to be going home. I was excited and proud to be picked up by him, to be seen with him.
As I got older, I stopped wearing my adoration on my sleeve. That’s how kids are. We’re eager to grow up. We’re eager for independence.
But, through all the various, self-centered phases of my childhood and adulthood, my feelings about him never really changed.
47 plus years later and I’m still proud to be his son.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
You might remember, last week I hatched a plot to hide an origami rabbit under a coworker’s hard hat.
Well, after I made the rabbit, it was several days before my coworker again parked his toolbox next to mine.
But, when he did, yesterday, I was ready.
And that’s how the magic is done.
My coworker will be a magician and he doesn’t even know it!
Now we wait.
It might be awhile.
It might be a very long while.
Yesterday evening, our older son, Cosmo (that’s his family nickname) and his wife, Laura, held a lovely, outdoor reception, at his grandparents’ home, to celebrate Laura and Cosmo’s recent, Vegas marriage.
They’d gotten married, in May, at the Electric Daisy Carnival, an electronic dance festival in Las Vegas, As a venue, it was great for them and their friends. For parents and family, though, it wasn’t very accessible. Hence, the small reception limited mostly to family and family friends.
There wasn’t all the usual, tedious, wedding reception froofah. There was just food and music and family. There was also, of course, cake.
And, while the weather was definitely warm/hot, for June, in Phoenix, it was unusually mild.
It was a very nice evening.
Congratulations, Laura and Cosmo – here’s to many, many more wonderful evenings in your future!
Okay. I have a little plan, a scheme, a plot.
And it’s afoot.
When one of my coworkers, we’ll call him John, works in my area, he parks his roll-around toolbox next to mine.
He’s a good coworker and a good toolbox neighbor. I don’t mind.
But, on top of his toolbox, he keeps a footstool, one of those round types with no legs, like you find in a library. Under the footstool, he keeps his hard hat.
A couple of days ago, as I looked at his box, I thought to myself, Self, that’s what I call me, Self, that stool looks like a big ol’ hat.
What’s the best thing to hide under a hat?
So, I briefly considered finding a stuffed rabbit, but I don’t want to spend any money on a bit of silliness. Instead, I went on the interwebs and got some learning and made this:
That’s right; I made a little, origami rabbit to hide under a coworker’s hard hat.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t parked next to me today, so I’ll have to wait to sneak it in at a later date. Also, unfortunately, it might be weeks or months before he needs to use his hard hat.
But, when he does…. POW!