The message here? Don't mess with The Redhead,
in this case, by taking her picture.
- She's a redhead. I can't help that attraction -- it's lodged in my DNA. Her hair colour when we met was the same shade as my paternal grandmother when she was young (although I only ever knew that august woman to have white hair). My father was blown away by that when he first met the TPR.
- She's a gifted, patient joiner (as in cabinetry). I can build anything strong and ugly; she'll make it look right later.
- She's also a gifted, intuitive mechanic. Years ago, I was having trouble with a motorcyce engine, and came home from the office one day to find the top end stripped down to the crankcases and ready to work on, everything neatly laid out and labelled. She doesn't even like motorcycles.
- She could, if she'd a mind to (which she doesn't), fashion curses in English, Gaelic, Polish, Russian and French. Maybe Latin, too.
- She loathes shopping -- of any kind -- even more than I do.
- She has "The Look", which can freeze bone marrow. Actually, all redheads have it -- ask Scanner or Older/Exasperated -- but hers once reduced a used car salesman almost to tears when he initially rejected her offer. Foolish man.
- She has a razor sharp intellect that's made me play catch-up for three decades. Her slogan is: "If you're in the right, the arguments marshal themselves".
- She can out-work any human being I've ever met, especially me, despite being all of five-foot-one and 102 pounds.
- She likes Canadian-rules football.
- She can make a dirt molecule scream in terror at twenty feet.
- She spent time as a kid up in a tree reading books, as I did.
- She still reads a lot, and was once a "slash-and-burn" (according to the editors) reviewer for daily newspapers. She also invented the "Bore-o-Meter", which was the number of times she wanted to hurl a book at the nearest wall out of sheer boredom and frustration.
- She's a terrific and inventive chef.
- She loves music, from classical to rock to punk (well, The Clash, anyway) and would easily win any "Name That Tune" contest. Her singing has been likened to that of Edith Piaf ... by a Frenchman, no less.
- When she was a reporter, she icily snarled at a self-righteous, dissembling pig of a labour lawyer, "Lying may be a prerogative of your profession, but it's not of mine". I wish I'd had a camera -- "The Look" was out in full force that day.
- She agreed to get married on Armistice Day because, well, after all, it was a truce.
- The hair colour has changed over the years to a kind of tawny gold, and it's much shorter. But the person under it is the same one I fell in love with all those years ago.