Joe and I usually eat lunch with his parents after church every Sunday. But in the summer, we sometimes go back to their house for dinner and a dip in the pool. One of my very favorite things to do is read by the pool. I’m reading Frank McCourt’s third and final book, “Teacher Man,” right now. I love that man, and I got a chance to hear him speak several years ago at the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga (UTC). After it was over, I ran down to the stage to be close to him. He looked down at me with the expression, “Yes?” – but I was speechless. I wish I could have said something profound to him – at least thank him for his wonderful books – but I just smiled and waved. He looked puzzled and waved back at me. Everyone else had intelligent things to say to him. I just waved. What an idiot.
Anyway, this is just a reflection of me in my in-laws’ sliding glass door. I kind of like the tropical look it has.
It was tough to focus, however. My reflection was not sharp in the glass; but if I focused on the glass itself, then I would REALLY out of focus. I settled on the best I could do and ended up kind of liking it. It gives the scene a mysterious feel. At least to me.