Whoa!

Got a look at myself in the mirror this morning, and it wasn’t pretty!

NOTE: If your have a queasy stomach, you may want to begin thinking “happy thoughts” before you proceed with reading today’s post. Also, not a bad idea to consider using a “safe” word, to snap you out of any unsavoury image locks…

So, even though it’s been about -100 outside the past few days, for some reason or another I must have been wandering around the house without my pyjama top on this morning. As I was exiting our bathroom, I caught a glimpse of something shiny, something massive and shiny. When I focused my gaze, I was shocked to discover that it was my own reflection that had attracted my notice.

That was when I realized that I looked a bit like a freckled version of Casper The Friendly Ghost, with turkey arms. I mean, I’ve been white my whole life, but now it seemed that I was LITERALLY white!!

Here’s why that seems odd to me. I used to go for something called PUVA treatment, which is essentially a sun-tanning booth that is used as therapy for my dry skin condition, known in the 1970’s as “the heartbreak of psoriasis”. The treatment did tend to clear up the ill effects of that chronic skin condition, while also leaving me with a toned complexion, not unlike that of charismatic actor George Clooney. I’m not saying that people would stop me on the street and ask for autographs, but I would often find people lingering when I passed by on the street, as they wondered if I might actually be that award-winning star.

Now, back then, whenever Mrs. That Dan Guy and I were walking along a beach somewhere, we looked like a set of piano keys. Man, she was pale – like ecru, or faded beige paint colour choices. by a cruel twsit of fate, I had somehow become that way myself, and it was frightening!

We must get some sun…this Canadian prairie winter is turning us into pillars of chalk!!

Chow for now!!