Because I feel like it

I've always liked this (relatively recent) photo of me, not because I am utterly lovely and amazing in it (she says immodestly), but for a more humble and less vain reason - because I really look happy. And I was really happy. It was a wonderful day in Halifax, with my Mom. The air was grey-blue and cool and damp (it has just rained) and the harbour weather was a little blustery and stormy - my favorite kind of weather! I was happy because I was with my darling Mom (who is in the next photo and who is my best friend) and because I'd just eaten a positively yummy lunch (a seafood casserole/Bouillabaise - which is my almost favorite meal) and had a big glass of wine.

I like the sailboat, the nautical bits, the wind in my ponytailled hair. On a dry Calgary day when my skin is peeling from chronic dermatitis (from chronic lack of humidity in this godforsaken desert), and when things are complicated and yucky in my life, I can look at a photo like this (which I just did) and remember why I am on this Earth: to love people, to eat really good food, and to visit the seaside.

Those are my three top reasons.

And here is a photo of my little sprite, cute-as-a-button Mom (isn't she lovely?), taken the same day at the same location. Note the same fluffy fine hair as me. I surely am her daughter.