Old Photos

Date: November 30, 2003
      On Thanksgiving day, after a dinner I had been up until 2 and then up at 6 again and all day fixing, sitting with my two sons in a mild carbohydrate coma, having nibbled on one of the best apple pies I had ever made (which my older son whisked away with him when he left), and having devoured a large piece of pumpkin pie (made by tossing the remains of the spice bottles into it - very, very good) covered in RediWhip,
     
      I came back from a trip to the kitchen to find my children going through an old box of slides.
     
      Among other ones, they had laid their grimy paws on this one. Taken in a hotel at a Star Trek convention. THIRTY YEARS AGO.
     
      This is BC - Before Children. My oldest is pushing 28. I was, of course, clowning around.
     
     
     
      It was one of my custom-made "Vulcan" costumes - I always made new outfits and went as "T'Zara" - the half-breed (half human - half Vulcan) Vulcan high priestess - who appeared eventually as the heroine in my novel "Jettison " - and appears again in "Hellsfire", currently worked on now and then (15,000 words so far). Hmmmm. Read her description very carefully. Note the gold braid on the sleeve. (Look closely at the sleeve!)
     
      Gene Roddenberry pulled me into a press room and said I should be in pictures. I was high for a month.
     
      Being a Vulcan at the Equicon and Filmcon (and even Comicon) conventions in LA and San Diego (early to mid 1970s) is one of the reasons that my eyebrows don't grow in on the end. I used to shave them. I didn't shave them off at this convention. I was getting married right after it.
     
      Now fast-forward 30 years.
     
      My younger son took one look at the slide - which my older son had admitted to viewing blown up on the wall when he was home in the summer and bored, during his childhood years ago. Inquiring minds. And I thought my rules of off-limits were obeyed. Ha!
     
      There were other slides in there. Me in a too-small bikini with indications that my weight was climbing (I was pregnant and didn't yet know it). His father on our honeymoon with a towel -----.
     
      And my son now admits to prowling thru my stuff! Blown up on a wall!
     
      EGAD!
     
      Then my younger son pops out with, "What happened, Mom? How come you don't look like that?" Giggle. Giggle.
     
      My older son's eyes bulged. His mouth formed an "O".
     
      I took a minute to resume breathing.
     
      "Children and thirty years happened!"
     
      Perhaps if I hadn't spent the last 3 1/2 years fighting for my son's life and walking around with this anvil over my head, I could be 122 pounds again!!!
     
      NOT!
     
      Time is not kind to old ladies!
     
      Egad!
     
      My older son had a few words for the younger one.
     
      Good!
     
      So I have spent the last few days finding incriminating baby photos. Ha!
     
      It's nice to have a website!!!!! I will get even! I will!. I will!