Old Man’s Scar (031/366)

“Because nobody goes through life without a scar.”

Carol Burnett (American comedian, actress, singer and dancer, b.1936)

TIME:  8:22 PM
PLACE:  Home
SUBJECT:  Scar on HandsomeHusband

Today the HH turns 56.  Fifty-six! Wow. Just wow.  Along with his horizontal wrinkles by his eyes, is this scar by his left eye which cuts across the wrinkles vertically.  He received this scar waaaaaay back when he was in kindergarten (1962) from his cousin Greg and a baseball bat (Later in the 1970’s, Cousin Greg took a break from beating up HH and played guitar in the metro-area band Faustus).  Apparently, after seeing the bloodshed and damage, Grandma S--- ran around like a chicken with her head cut off screaming “He’s gonna die!  He’s gonna die!”  Well, unluckily for me, he didn’t.  Happy Birthday my love!

Spuds (222/365)

“A lucky person is someone who plants pebbles and harvests potatoes.”

Greek proverb

TIME:  8:41 PM
PLACE:  Kitchen
SUBJECT:  Potatoes

It was time to dig up our 2 potato plants.  This is the bountiful harvest they produced.  I guess it would have been easier (and cheaper) to buy a 10lb bag at the grocery store.  However, I know for certain that these are organically grown potatoes.  THAT fact alone should add another $2 or $3.00 to the value don’t you think?

Scarred Siblings (187/365)

“Comparison is a death knell to sibling harmony.”

Elizabeth Fishel (journalist and author)

TIME:  8:32 PM
PLACE:  Dad’s kitchen
SUBJECT:  Scars
(taken by HandsomeHusband)

My brother and his family are in town from California for the week.  Tonight we had pizza at Dad’s house with them along with my sister and her children.  I showed everyone my scar and that led to we siblings comparing our injuries.  My brother had broken both of his wrists several years ago (it’s a long story, but it involves a radar gun, a race and a brick wall-it’s actually quite entertaining) and he has scars – although faded - on both wrists like the one on mine.  My sister had cut herself when she was younger, by putting her arm though a neighbor’s basement door glass window, which left her with a scar on her wrist.  Of course we had to take a photo for posterity and, more importantly, the blog.