Today, I cancelled the iPhoto class I scheduled at the local Apple store this afternoon. When the weather improves a bit, I will reschedule the class. Meanwhile, I am learning via trial and error how to use iPhoto, which employs Photoshop elements.
Above a photo of my back garden in the mid 80s. Much has changed since those heady days when I experienced a great deal of beginner’s luck. The garden today is quite shady during the summer months, leading me to make many changes to the plantings. And we enclosed the patio to keep mosquitoes away.
Occasionally, I pull up photos of the old days in my garden when I did everything myself, although David helped by building structures, such as the garden shed, and several vine trellises. One of these days, I will scan some of the photos in my albums. The colors are better because we were still using film cameras, and this photo I took with an inexpensive camera.
Although the sun came out and the snow on the brick walks is melting, I’ve been in a bad humor today. I am so tired of winter. I’m also tired of writing and reading about winter. Time was we would get out of here in the winter for a break, but the thought of sleeping badly in a strange bed is unappealing for David.
Last week, I saw a woman carrying a sleeping child up the road. He was sound asleep, his free arm swinging with each footstep she took. I have vague memories of being carried sleeping, or half asleep as a child. I was so small, I fit into the shelf under the back window of the big old Packard Dad drove.
These days, I am pleasantly surprised when I sleep eight hours. For a long time, I have not slept well most nights. Something wakes me every night. David says its a CIA plane flying over our house. I think he made that up, but he keeps a perfectly straight face when he says it. I read in the Post that patrol planes still fly over our area each night. We also can all hear the commuter planes take off at Reagan National Airport early each morning during the week. I’ve learned to distinguish the sounds of different planes.
My neighbor Helene called last night. She said her water bill this month was outrageous. She lives alone, travels all the time and said her quarterly bill never varied until now, when it more than doubled. I relayed my tale of woe with the water bill and wished her luck with the county. The county has installed “smart” meters that automatically read your water usage (daily) and “don’t make mistakes,” according to the bureaucrats. Excuse me, how do they know they don’t make mistakes? Well I won’t go there, but welcome to the brave new world of automated tracking.
Cathy cancelled the Valentine Party she was to have tomorrow. She says “The boys don’t have a four-wheel drive, so they can’t get here.” I think they are imagining things are worse than they really are, but Kathy says it’s going to snow again tomorrow. Goodness, Kathy is from Boston, Isaiah from NYC and Dunstan from Quebec, they should be tougher than this. Perhaps they misread the local news?
David took some navel oranges (express shipped to our house from Florida) over to Kathy and she loved them. This will prevent Scurvy I tell her. When I was a kid, Scurvy, beriberi and pellagra plagued the South. All three result from a vitamin deficiency. Things are better today as we have few cases of any of these problems in the US.
Wendy tells me fourth graders in California study the Spanish missions. Grandson Sean will write his history paper on one of the northern missions, near her Dad’s house, so she is taking the boys to visit this weekend. I requested she take me to a mission when I next visit. I’ve visited some of the missions when I lived there, but it was so long ago, and I have a better camera today. Meanwhile, I’m going to visit a green place this Sunday.