Conversation

Men in conversation often sit with their hands on their knees…at least, in this part of the world.

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  1. I’m always fascinated by people’s hands. They’re such an extension of a person’s PERSON–well, obviously…, that’s really brilliant isn’t it, LOL, 🙂 — I don’t mean literally… I mean the way a person gestures with their hands (boldly, wildly, timidly, anxiously…), the way a person’s hands look (graceful, pudgy, calloused…), the way they use their hands (for what purpose) all indicate so much about a person’s inner self. This hand looks like it belongs to someone strong, confident, and kind-hearted: these things I see just in the shape of the hand, the gentle, relaxed curves of the fingers. It also looks like a hand that is well cared for. What else would this hand tell, in concert with its mate? If we saw it in movement?

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    • Dean’s hands looked remarkably like old leather. He had an allergy to the sun and developed some harmless skin cancers which he scraped off with his pocket knife per his doctor’s direction. The skin was so damaged it looked like the skin of an old elephant. this photo shows the “clubbing” on the tips of the fingers typical in people who have lung disease. He died of renal failure and lung cancer. He had very good manual dexterity and fast reflexes. He was a generous man who was totally non-judgmental and didn’t waste time worrying about anything. Not even dying! Two days before he died, he was eating banana pudding on his porch that night. He said, “If a man’s gotta’ die, he ought to do it eating banana pudding.” The caretaker and I laughed hard about that one. He just grinned. That’s how he was.

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      • I know some hands like that–the old leather look. There is something reassuring about hands like that.

        As for the banana pudding, I couldn’t agree more. 🙂

        Sadly, banana puddling is not something people really enjoy up here in Pennsylvania. I use to pile it so high on my plate at our family Sunday dinners in Georgia (which were midday), you would have thought I hadn’t eaten all week.

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        • My husband liked it just that much too. I made it for many years. Somehow, I stopped. I don’t like commercial ones. They use artificial pudding. ACK!

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  2. Yes. He had developed clubbing on the ends of his fingers from lung disease by the time this photo was shot.

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