Wednesday, August 05, 2015
I'm Not Dead Yet
After I calmed down, I noticed the girls were trying to take a picture of each other, and could really use a volunteer to push the button of their i-phone. I decided all was not lost despite my non-Muslim and unwillingness to become a martyr status.
So, I quickly volunteered, forgetting in the excitement that I have lost about half my vision, particularly to the left of my nose. Try as I could to point the camera towards the middle of the bevy, I kept cutting the last three ladies on the left out of the frame. The young women were good-natured about my difficulties and kept giggling and trying to help me get the camera positioned in the right direction.
Rosalee was in the antique shop across the street and when she came out all she saw were a group of giggling young women in bikinis clustered around me. She quickly perceived that someone needed her help; if not me, then some seriously under-dressed young ladies. She took the photo I had so gallantly struggled with, then prevailed on the women to pose with me for a picture I could send to make my three bachelor brothers jealous of my chick magnetism.