I was just talking to my daughter about a white elephant exchange we’re doing at work tomorrow. I told her this was the opportunity to get rid of something that was annyoing her and she wanted to silently disappear.
She turned to me and asked if she could wrap me up. 🙂
Not much in the way of news chum today, so I guess I’ll have to report on life…
I’ve begun the process of condensing my father’s photo albums. This means going through the 200-so albums he had, and only keeping the pictures with people that I know in them and that are in focus. So far, I’ve condensed about 38 albums into 6, covering the period from around 1944 through 1975. While doing so, I’ve uncovered a bunch of pictures that are reminding me of my Jr. and Sr. High School days, and of people I’ve lost touch with. I’ve looked a few of them up on the interwebs and found them. For some reason, a lot of folks my age aren’t on Facebook :-). I plan to look up a few more. I’m always amazed where people end up. Still others, however, I can’t find easily. Perhaps that’s a message from nature :-). It is reminding me, though, of how badly I dressed in the early 1970s, and how I wasn’t the party (or even the heavily social) animal.
My daughter is now in high school. She’s a hostess type (meaning she likes being the party host: bringing fudge, food, etc.). We have a pool. Combine these facts, stir, and what conclusion do you get. That’s right. Monday: out to dinner with tech crew. Tuesday, tech crew over to our house to swim. Tonight, they are coming over after the mall. Now, these are good teenagers, and it does mean I know where she is…. but I think this is going take some getting used to.
On tap for tonight: more photo albums (I’ve only got 3 binders before I have to order more). Next up: 1975 moving into 1976, and coming up on my high school graduation. I’m sure once I move out of the house the albums will condense even faster. I feel like a backup compression program: some go fast, some go slow….
While going through my inbox as part of my Quicken-ing ritual this morning, I found a poem my daughter wrote for me last Fathers Day, which she just recently completed. I thought I would share it:
For my father, who in my life
Once made me oatmeal cookies early morning
Filled with raisins, nuts, and love
Who works long hours far away
Just to put food on the table
Who has enriched my life with theatre
Musicals, plays, Shakespeare
And knew when to wipe my tears when I cry
To comfort me when I’m sad.
For my father who in my life
Brought me across the country
St. Louis, New Orleans, Nashville
Knew just where to go, which interstates to take.
And who sat in waiting rooms
too many times
and bandaged my wounds
Who can never ever ever take me shoe shopping
Or clothes shopping
Or any shopping for that matter
and through the headaches
At least tries to make my day.
Today I did the unthinkable, and survived. I went shopping with my teenage daughter.
Actually, we did pretty good. The first stop was the Citadel Outlets, where I hit Tommy Hilfinger (one pair of pants) and Eddie Bauer (one shirt, one pair of pants), while nsshere hit the Torrid Outlet and Old Navy, and got a bunch of stuff. I saw some possibilities at Van Heusen, but they were too disorganized. Next, it was off to The Block at Orange, where I hit the Virgin Megastore This-Location-Going-Out-Of-Business sale (got 5 CDs and 1 DVD… for Amazon prices!), and nsshere hit Saks Off 5th (didn’t find anything). We also looked at Hilo Hattie, and tried the Steve & Barry’s Going Out of Business Sale… but the latter was a zoo so we gave up. We also got more at Old Navy. Our last stop was Irvine Spectrum, where nsshere hit Urban Outfitters and Nordstrom, but didn’t find anything. Dinner was a new find — the “Brents of Orange County” — Hof’s Hut in Orange. Yum.