Frozen In Time

As for me, I have a story and a photograph on the side of my fridge.

I spend many hours mindfully washing dishes, with my hands in the warm water, I can turn my head and gaze to the side of my noisy old fridge. The side of my fridge is a small gallery into my past, spending time with my dear friend, Crazy Eileen. The photos are over thirty years old now, one was a moment captured on the beach as we knocked back a bucket of rocks, Rolling Rocks. The other photo was the day we placed paper mache Christmas ornaments in our bras and paraded down Main St. as large breasted women. Thirty years later Eileen has had implants and is now onto husband number 5. As for me, I have a story and a photograph on the side of my fridge.