A few months after I started writing this blog, Daughter treated me to some personal advertising. She presented me with blog address cards specially ordered from overseas that arrived in a cool plastic case covered with sharp graphics. When I opened the box I noticed that although the box itself was the size of a standard business card, inside there were two rows of cards. The cards are roughly the same length across as your average business card but they’re half the height. Daughter said they were way better like this because you could fit them in any pocket and just whip one out should the occasion arise. As you might expect, since the card is half the size so is the print.
I am in my early 50s and I’m going on record with that information right now before time passes and I can no longer say it. Like many people my age I started needing glasses to read about ten years ago. That escalated to a pair for distance and a pair for close-up seeing, and then the Varilux lenses with three progressive prescription sections, and then the night vision anti-glare thing and on and on toward the seeing-eye dog waiting on the horizon. At least I think it’s a dog. Without my glasses it could be a moose.
On the front of each card is a miniature reprint of one of Daughter’s captivating photographs like the ones I’ve shown in the blog entries here and the other side is printed with both of our website addresses. With my glasses on each one is a minor work of art. Without my glasses the printing looks like little ant legs running around so fast they’re blurred to a smudge. I love these cards and the sentiment behind them and every time I give one to a potential reader in my age range I get a similar reaction:
What are you giving me?
It’s my business card.
Your business card? I thought it was a luggage tag.
or
What’s this?
It’s my blog card. It has my blog address in case you want to check it out.
What’s on the other side?
That’s a photo taken by Daughter.
No, the other side. The side without the picture.
That’s where to find us on the web.
This one’s blank. Can you give me one with writing?
Every time I have this conversation it throws me up against the wall of time and I am reminded that even though The Stones may be planning their Wheel Me Into The Sunroom And Cut Up My Meat tour, I will never again read a menu in a dark restaurant without being certain I didn’t just order chimp scampi. They say that the passage of time can bring one a simple peace. As I recently read in Zen Judaism, “Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Forget to do this and attaining Enlightenment will be the least of your problems.”
Childhood is calling from Daughter’s Featured Foto.
