And quite the monday it is
Jun. 9th, 2008 10:11![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mapsedgeArrived 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.
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.
Had a good weekend.
My niece graduated MIT with a B.S. in "bio-engineering", whatever that means, last week, and my sister Kathy and bro Chris went to Boston for the event. Back in town, Kathy stayed with us Saturday and Sunday night. Saturday was a family picnic at Osage: burgers and chips and watermelon and macaroni salad. Kathy, Chris and his family, cousin Susan.
Kathy left for home in Colorado this morning at 4:00. We said our good-byes last night, set the timer on the coffee-maker so she'd have a fresh pot. By now, I would imagine she's half-way across Kansas.
For once, in spite of having some day-job issues to attend to, I actually feel like I had a weekend. It was nice.
Kathy is the family archivist, largely by default, and when we get together we almost always pull out pictures to look through. I dug a box of pictures from the 1920's out of the basement, mostly mom's side...but...
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.Kathy left for home in Colorado this morning at 4:00. We said our good-byes last night, set the timer on the coffee-maker so she'd have a fresh pot. By now, I would imagine she's half-way across Kansas.
For once, in spite of having some day-job issues to attend to, I actually feel like I had a weekend. It was nice.
Kathy is the family archivist, largely by default, and when we get together we almost always pull out pictures to look through. I dug a box of pictures from the 1920's out of the basement, mostly mom's side...but...
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.