"It was like teaching somebody to drive a stick shift in a tractor-trailer."
I Say Tomato August 2002 Stuart, Virginia, USA
Laboring With Dad Dad's House, Virginia, USA
Sunday September 2, 2002
I wrote this whole entry, then lost it because of a stupid thing I programmed into this website. Oh well. I can have buggy customization, or Blogger sameness. I'll take the bugs.
The weekend with Dad was good. He's done a lot of work on his house and it was nice to see it all almost finished. He's redone some cabinets in his kitchen and added an island. And it's exactly what I hope I can have in a house someday: furniture built for tall people. The counters are probably almost five feet off the floor. I love it. I'm so tired of crouching over bathroom sinks and kitchen counters.
I tried as best I could to help him get started with his new digital camera. He got one of the best Nikons. It's way nicer than my Sony, but the menus are more confusing. So it was hard to explain things.
"He's still a little fuzzy on how Windows works." I also took him a "copy" of Photoshop so he could tweak his images on his computer. The only problem is it's a pretty advanced program, and he's still a little fuzzy on how Windows works. So it was like teaching somebody to drive a stick shift in a tractor-trailer. He did OK, though. He can now jack with the contrast and saturation... and his favorite... using the clone tool to erase power lines and stuff.
Dreema, the dental hygienist he works with at his practice took my favorite picture with the camera. She shot it at one of their offices, and it's attached to this entry. I'm not sure why I like it so much. Dad shot lots of great macro stuff of flowers and insects, but I think I like the bright red of the tomato against the monochrome of the background... that and the way the light falls across the window sill.
"I'd be dead in days." Also, I drove over my glasses with my rental car this weekend. I'd left them on top of my Dad's car and then followed him in mine. He heard them slide off and looked in his mirror just in time to see me drive over them. I'm lucky I don't really need glasses to get by. I'd be dead in days.|