Keeping the homefires burning, Tuck pursues his endless quest to repair and refurbish the clapboards and window sashes and all things both superficial and deep that make up the envelope of our awesome 1842 Greek Revival house, subject of our very first blog post ever way back on December 12, 2003. A Renaissance man, the Tuckster, for our postmodern age.
Taking a pit stop, Tuck attempts to get a few mouthfuls of supper last night before Tiny (left) moves in for the kill.
Update: In the light of day the next morning, we didn't like the tone of the last part of this post at all and have deleted it. Thanks to Goomp and Teresa in the comments for shaking us out of our snarky whine.
As a male approaching my 87th birthday, I would like to make a comment. While it's true that the exterior beauty of youth does fade away, I have found that the inner beauty of some of my contemporaries lives on, and while not the same as the flame of youth, it is not a beauty to be ignored.
Posted by: goomp | August 26, 2006 at 03:33 PM
From the time we're born until very old age, the definition of beauty changes through the years. A beautiful 20 year old is different than a beautiful 40 or 60 or 80 year old. And yes, there is beauty at every age.
I feel sorry for people who constantly reach backward thinking that the only "good" beauty is what they had when they were in their teens or twenties. How sad for them, and how stupid. Nothing looks worse than a beautiful woman in her 40's to 60's trying to pretend she's in her 20's - mainly because it's soooo obvious and artificial.
As for me I can't be bothered to pine for earlier years - years that I didn't like too much anyway. I just try to take care of me so I can keep going (like Goomp) and enjoying life. What a waste of energy to try and go backward in time... It's way too much trouble. *grin*
Posted by: Teresa | August 26, 2006 at 04:50 PM
Goomp and Teresa: Thanks. :)
Posted by: Sissy Willis | August 27, 2006 at 05:36 AM