Just now, reading this post by my friend Ann reminded me that the historian and I had a little discussion at the farmer's market this morning:
(Passing the henna stall:)
Me: If we wanted, we could get henna.
The historian: How long does it last, do you know?
Me: I don't, really.
The historian: Maybe two weeks? I thought the henna April did for Supriya was...
Me: ...so beautiful!
The historian: --yes. Amazing.
We walk on.
The historian: I've been thinking I could get a tattoo.
Me: (What!? Mind entirely blown.) ...I saw a post somewhere of super tiny tattoos that I thought were kind of cool. Like a little crescent moon right here (pointing behind my ear). Or, like, five tiny stars scattered across (sweeping gesture across clavicle).
Historian: (flexes bicep)(for real) I was thinking right here.
Historian: --like, maybe, a hammer and sickle. (considers:) Or Karl Marx!
Me: (whoa.) (pause:) Well, solidarity.
--and off we went, to buy peaches, peppers, and corn.