Yesterday, when it looked like I was looking at a difficult drive home through a scary-looking snowstorm and I looked like I needed some hot chocolate, I looked and saw this:
Everybody looks like they’d love a free drink, don’t they?
I don’t know what you look like as you’re reading this but I rarely know what I look like, especially these days, when my looks have been changing. My boyfriend Michael, who looks like a wonderful person, has had trouble recognizing me when he looks for me in the supermarket when we’re food shopping.
On Sunday, my life-long friend Arnie, who looks beautiful to me, took me on a walk to look at a poster of somebody he thought looked like me. He had looked at that poster, very near to where he lives, for many months and thought “That looks like Ann” until he was inspired to call me and reconnect with me after six years.
You look like you’d love to see that poster and what I look like now, next to it.
I don’t know what that looked like to people in busy Coolidge Corner on Sunday.
Look, I don’t think I look like her but, like her, I have tamed brows and am wild at heart.
An hour before Arnie took that photo, I looked like a guilty person when the Brookline police stopped me for looking at my phone while I was driving a few yards from that poster. It looked like I might get a ticket, but the two policewomen, who looked kind and reasonable, gave me a warning. It looks like I won’t look at my phone any more when I’m driving.
You look like you’d like to see my other new photos from yesterday.
You look like you’d like some of that home-made chili and like you’d like to hear “You Look Like I Need a Drink” by Justin Moore.
I look like I need a comment from you. Look below to leave one.
You look like you’re expecting me to express my thanks to all who helped me create the looks in today’s blog post and — of course! — to YOU, for taking a look, here and now.
