I absolutely love this photo. The tables in this little cafe are actually set up on the side of the street, as you can see. I saw the milk truck coming and could see that its rear-vision side mirror was way too wide for comfort. The waitress saw this at the same time and sprinted for the table to take down the umbrella. For once, I was successful in getting my camera out in time. I should learn to wear it around my neck, because every day there are so many photo opportunities that I miss. Got this one, though!!!
This photo would not be oddball except for the story that goes with it. I was in the same store that had the life-sized horse lamp with the lampshade on its head. Remember that? (A party horse, I surmise.) I could get through a year of oddballs on just photos from that store, but this particular photo is more about the subjects than the photo itself. I saw a woman who had been carrying her somewhat heavy and fussy child around the store for some time. Finally, as I waited in line to make a rather large purchase, (not the horse) she walked up and held the sleeping child out to this man, who had been helping me to buy the table and chairs and who did not look any too pleased to be taking charge of his son. His stance was awkward and his arms extended in a manner that showed very little connection to the child.
“Is this your son?” I asked, smiling fondly at the child who was cherubic in his sleeping state.
“No,” he answered.
“Do you know the mother at all?”
“No,” he answered, “I just work here.”
The mother, hearing our interchange, broke into the conversation. “I have been holding my son for a long time and my arms are tired, so I gave him to this man to hold for me.”
This may not be as funny in the telling as it was in the viewing, but this man in no way volunteered for babysitting duty and neither did he look at all adept at it or interested in continuing to serve as “baby-check” boy. It struck me as funny, and still does. How much of this story can you see in the photo?
I love this photo I took of my friend Pat, my upstairs neighbor at the beach. She was good sport enough to give me permission to use it on my blog. She is not an oddball, but she would agree this photo is a wonderful oddball!!!
Although he looks like he’d rather be anyplace but here, his hand was actually the first one that shot up when the teacher asked who would like to run for king. Five years later, he is taller than his mom… and almost as tall as I am. Sweet Oscar. Wonder what he’d think of those blue satin knee pants now???
Here is a picture taken two days ago. It is of Oscar, his dad Pablo, his mom Yolanda, sister Yoli and me, aboard the pontoon boat Batur for a fundraising concert to send a San Juan Cosala girl to music camp in Huntsville, Alabama. First time anyone in the family had been on the lake, in spite of the fact that they were all born here. Yoli was thrilled! More photos to follow. I look frazzled. I was! Oscar has changed from being a frog prince to a bat man!