And quite the monday it is

Arrived at the office to find that the a/c is broken down.  The temperature was 80 when I walked in the door.  God only knows what the temperatures were in here over the weekend.  CFO is trying to find someone to fix it, and is in a foul mood.

Had a good weekend. 

( Courtesy snip... )

Buried at the bottom of the box was a photo album of my mom and dad, from ~1940-ish to 1954.    It's facinating. You can watch the progression: from courting, flirty couple to been-married-a-while to expectant parents. The last picture in the album is Mom holding the first child, Mike.  The faces and body language change markedly as they evolve.

I'm thinking of scanning them and putting them online.  It would be a separate blog, probably Wordpress, and just tell the story of that young couple in pictures, people who were old in all the ways that mattered by the time I came along.

I like that idea.  I also set aside all of the pictures of my dad from around WWII.  In the pictures he is a much different man than the one who sired me.  They may go up, too.

And quite the monday it is

Arrived at the office to find that the a/c is broken down.  The temperature was 80 when I walked in the door.  God only knows what the temperatures were in here over the weekend.  CFO is trying to find someone to fix it, and is in a foul mood.

Had a good weekend. 

( Courtesy snip... )

Buried at the bottom of the box was a photo album of my mom and dad, from ~1940-ish to 1954.    It's facinating. You can watch the progression: from courting, flirty couple to been-married-a-while to expectant parents. The last picture in the album is Mom holding the first child, Mike.  The faces and body language change markedly as they evolve.

I'm thinking of scanning them and putting them online.  It would be a separate blog, probably Wordpress, and just tell the story of that young couple in pictures, people who were old in all the ways that mattered by the time I came along.

I like that idea.  I also set aside all of the pictures of my dad from around WWII.  In the pictures he is a much different man than the one who sired me.  They may go up, too.