😀 😀 😀 The new handyman showed up today to install a back porch light fixture that replaces the motion-sensitive one that morphed into motion-insensitive. And…well…there’s something weird here. This guy SO MUCH resembles my son that if he were just slightly less chatty, you would think the two of them were separated at birth. The way he looks: check. The way he talks: check. The things that interest him: check.
Well. Not identically. But one could imagine that they sprang from the same sire, about 12 or 15 years separated.
And. Uhm. Therein lies a tale.
About at that distance of birth-date separation (around 15 years), when I was thinking of exiting the relationship with D-XH, along about midnight one fine evening a friend of mine who was kinda “fast” was in a girlie bookstore where, she swears by every Bible that can be stacked, she saw then-DH cruising around.
At the time I thought, Oh yeah? Sure! Right, sistah!
At this point, he and I were not sleeping together. He could easily have slipped out of the house sometime between, say, 10 p.m. and midnight without my knowing about it.
Holy sh!t. Tell me this is ridiculous, willya?
It is scary weird how much this young man looks and sounds like my son, only about a decade & a half younger.
Cripes. I think I’ve come unstuck from reality…