A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
Don't you wish you could take photographs like this from your back door? Click on the Curmudgeonly Professor Blog so you can double click on the photos to get the full beauty of the different perspectives.
I still have a lot of stuff to figure out on this snazzy Kodak PS80 photo scanner but at least I can prove that I figured some of it out. Velna made a photo album of her school girl days and this is one page from it. Her lifelong friend Jean Anderson is with her in the top left picture and top right picture. Her sister Evetta is folding her arms, top right, and her older sister Joyce, who died tragically at the age of 42, is with her in the other photos. My goal is to digitize all of the 30 or 40 photo albums and then make the scanner available for others who want to work on their family history. My next step is to learn how to use the scanner's unique feature of separating the photos in a photo album page to separate photos and showing them and editing them individually. At least I've gotten this far so I'm really encouraged.
Today was the first day in four months I had either the energy or the interest in working once more with wonderful Topaz color filters through Photoshop CC. I have a few more thousands of variations I will show you but by then you will be bored and off hunting recipes on Pinterest.
So good night all, and thanks to all of my faithful followers who tell me with a straight face that they like thousands of pictures of the same mountain since that is about all I have the opportunity to photograph on a normal day and every day is a normal day so that is all you get. Mostly. But who knew you could take an infinite number of photos of the exact same mountain and get an infinite number of photographs? I was so worried when I realized I would be stuck in my house 90% of the time and didn't know what I could possibly photograph but the mountain and the sky have taught me a few thousand lessons and I am still learning. So thank you once more for kind comments, for continued support, and for taking a moment out of your busy schedule on Facebook, Twitter, email, and Pinterest to pay attention to my photos and keep in touch. I can't tell you how helpful and important your contacts and likes are in keeping me thinking I am doing something worthwhile. So I'll see you in the morning. I realize the photos come out larger and more interesting to look at if I post directly to Facebook but I need to resurrect my Curmudgeonly Professor blog and the links to this blog show up as only smaller photos. So I hope you will click on the photo and go to the blog where you can double click the photos and see them in their full detail.
Dear Velna, Yesterday marked the four month anniversary of your leaving us. I would like to think I have made some progress during these four months. I still marvel that I have no pain in my leg which caused me so much difficulty in trying to cook your meals and take care of you during the last months we spent together. Why is that? Why couldn't I have been more able to do more things for you while you were here and now that you are gone all I have to do is to do things for myself and I don't feel that is a particularly impressive accomplishment. Yesterday was laundry day, as per our schedule. I throw the dark clothes in with the light clothes and do them in one batch, contrary to your admonishment to separate them. So far I can't tell that the light clothes dislike the dark clothes and it saves doing one load of just a few items. Fortunately, I have your handwritten laundry instructions stuck to the wall in the laundry room and after four months I almost have them memorized but just because I like to look at your handwriting and remember that you wrote these instructions I still like to look at them to make sure I do things right. I remember the first time I did the laundry after you left me. I was doing more or less fine until I came to the basket full of underwear. I tried to fold a pair or two and failed miserably and then I sat on the bed and wept realizing that you had folded my underwear for almost 63 years and gave them to me in perfectly folded and neat orderly piles. How was I supposed to know how to fold the underwear like you so ably did after 63 years of practice? And you weren't there to show me how you did it. I finally figured it out but my folding doesn't come anywhere close to what you did. And you may think I was silly or dumb to sit there and cry but I am not ashamed to admit that is what I did. Now I am crying again and I have to stop and blow my drippy nose.
Folding the underwear was only one of so many questions and problems I faced. How do I tell whether this has baked long enough in the oven? How long do I cook this? Where did you put the extra little scrubbies for the kitchen sink? I thought we had some more of such and such or this and that and where on earth is it and where did you hide that or stash this and why can't I find anything and why can't I just ask you instead of standing here and wringing my hands and missing you so terribly. And why do I wake up with a start some times and just as a reflex look over at your chair and be jolted one more time to realize anew that you are not there, that you will never be there again, and that I must continue to get used to being by myself with no one to ask how you like my photos I took today or do you need a pain pill now or later or what should I do with this or that and are you stuck on your crossword puzzle and what would you like for dinner and is there anything I can do for you today and I can no longer ask you how your pain is today which I hate to ask because you always minimize it but you can't hide it from me because I can see the pain and stress lines in your face, in your forehead, and by the tone of your voice.
So as you can see I am making progress. I have my lifeline through Facebook with your grandchildren and great grandchildren, many of whom have been so supportive and have so cheerfully commented and helped me through my days and nights with their comments and expressions of love and support. Jim has got me started on the quest to scan the photo albums, one of your main worries when you were about to leave me. What were we going to do with all the family legacy of photos and photo albums? If my new scanner works, which you would have had a minor fit over how much it cost for which I am sorry and didn't mean to frighten you with how to pay for it, we will solve this problem and soon have everything nicely digitized and saved for posterity.
Now I have run out of progress. I feel a bit better from day to day and I still feel that I have had some miracles in my absence of pain in my leg and hand. My weight remained stable through the trials of the past four months and now I am beginning to work on losing another 20 or 30 pounds. I know I need to make doctor's appointments and I will start doing that one of these days. I try each day to do something I know you would want me to do, to say something to someone I know you would want me to say for you, or to give some one something I know you would want to give them. Meanwhile, I'll continue to rely on my wonderful family and neighbors who have done so many continuous acts of generosity and kindness for me. And I did enjoy showing off your valentine I gave you in 1952. Until next time, your husband Dwight.