The cursor has once again moved to the middle of your virtual calendar, so it’s time for me to offer you up another Picture Day Wednesday post that’s guaranteed to help put the hump in your day. And it will be quite a treat for some of you, as I am about to post something I have very, very, very rarely done in the four-plus years I’ve managed this blogosphere wasteland. Something so unnervingly wretched that it may make the glass in your computer monitor crack and possibly even cause your retinas to spontaneously combust. Viewer discretion is advised….
Yes, that hideous beast on the left is me… or at least what I looked like on April 23, 2010 when this photo was taken. You probably also recognize a much younger Ody in my arms… and if you squint (The sissy pink flea collar helps), you might be able to make out his brother the dear, departed Spilly being cradled by that lady.
Just who is that lady anyway? Well, she is someone I knew from my Millionaire message board that earned the nickname Holly (No, not that Holly). She’s from the Los Angeles area, but was in town for the funeral of an in-law (Her husband grew up a few miles from me). I had that Friday night off work due to double surgeries the day before (Seriously… kidney stone lithotripsy plus a little knife work to remove an infected cyst on my neck. I’ve had better days), so it gave us the opportunity to meet up and I was quite surprised that she wanted to check out my happy little nest. That photo above was taken by her
bodyguard son on his cellphone, and he kindly sent the picture to my email.
While I have personally met a number of the people I knew from that message board (though oddly enough, none of the people I culled for ESN characters), Holly’s the lone one who got to see what at the time was my still relatively new home. The gals I became close with in the chat room there secretly got me a number of housewarming gifts after I’d moved in the previous May, and Holly’s was the first to arrive… a squirrel coat hook that I still use to hang my coat and jacket on.
Holly also had a vital role in inspiring a character who it would be almost impossible to imagine Evil Squirrel’s Nest without…
Yes…. had Holly not crossed my virtual path, there’d be no Buster…. and that would be a shame. To find out more about how Buster came to life, you’ll want to make sure you check out this Friday’s Prompt the Squirrel post (And of course, if you haven’t already, sign up for PTS2, dammit!)
I’ll have more photos next week that hopefully won’t stop a clock…