How did I manage to schedule a 9 a.m. meeting and a 10 a.m. haircut on the one day of the week that usually belongs entirely to me? God knows. Anyway, because time is fleeting, a quick hop to this week’s Embarrassing Photo. Me, nervous on a mountain:
I don’t trust these damn things. This is in Wyoming, Brokeback Mountain country, 1992. We were trying to get into Yellowstone Park, but the east entrance was closed. Why? Because — and this is where the mistrust comes in — rain and 70 degrees in Cody translated to snow up to your butt in the mountains between us and the park. This photo was taken a few days before the summer solstice. What you can’t see in the picture: I’m wearing shorts.
But that’s not the embarrassing part. The embarrassing part is the curly perm. Thirty-four years old, and I still hadn’t learned.
I’ve been a flatlander all my life. I don’t care how pretty it is; I can’t get comfortable in a place where you can fall off the earth and die.
Off to my meeting. Sorry for the big file size. One of these days I’m going to get another copy of Photoshop and its fabulous “save for web” setting. Have a great weekend.