Taking a good picture

I remember an old joke about a man who said that his older wife was just as beautiful as ever, it just took longer. The same thing goes with photos. I throw out most of the photos taken of me these days. (And since I'm the photog, not many photos get taken of me.) But today since Derrick had just worked his magic, I asked Michael to take my picture. I threw out three but kept this one. I think he did a great job. This is what I think I look like. (Probably don't, but getting older stinks.) I took a few of him with tuba. It's still not the portrait I want. Perhaps he will dress up in his tux one of these days for the formal portrait with large brass object.

We went to the home show today and enjoyed a presenter called Brian Santos so much that we returned after lunch to hear him again. He teaches you how to paint and finish walls. Michael and I agreed that his presentation had a high "G" rating. The "G" rating is based on how many times you say to yourself, "Gee, I didn't know that." It was fascinating and I learned a lot. It would have been nice to know all this stuff about twenty years ago. I would have saved myself a lot of grief. We talked with waterproofing specialists about our damp basement (welcome to PA) and also talked with a furniture restorer about the Wellington chest.

It was great to have Michael with me all day and I think his cell has only gone off once today. Yeah!