Al and I have been a couple for a really, really, really long time. Relationships survive decade after decade because of friendship, communication, commitment, discretion, lying, and deceit. Really. That established, I ask you, what man in his right mind would voluntarily point a camera at an older woman in spandex who is romping about without makeup and with hair plastered this way and that across her head?
Al is a wonderful photographer. His old Nikon with its collection of monster lenses is propped up as a decorative piece in our living room. He will take pictures with my camera if pushed, but, for the most part, he manages to avoid the activity. He understands that the sensible response to most relationship-challenging situations is "It wasn't me..."
That said, we are still water skiing. The lake is warm. It is still in the low 70s at dawn. Life, as they say, is good.
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