Monday, April 30, 2012
In his Facebook post Ron mentioned Ellie's other achievement last weekend—scoring three goals at soccer. Doesn't she look like a formidable opponent? Either way she is a delightful eight-year-old, and she can more than hold her own against her three older brothers.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 8:52 AM
Very little, as it happens. I was thinking of him as I started hauling out some of the summer clothes, because this astonishing cold and rain is going to go away soon. Isn't it? It has already massacred two of my hydrangeas which had come out into luxuriant leafiness in the dog days of March.
My summer wardrobe consists to a great extent of T-shirts. White ones. When I put them away in the fall, I always notice how grungy they are, but think they will do until I buy the next year's collection. But often I put off shopping and land up wearing the previous year's grunge all summer long. I try to comfort myself and think that it worked for Marlon Brando, but when I looked for an image of him, I found him looking immaculate in his T-shirts. Stanley Kowalski could have advertised Tide. I suspect it was written into his contract that while his characters could be sleazy, his clothes couldn't.
But spending a cold, rainy morning looking up photos of Mr. Brando isn't too bad an occupation.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 6:54 AM
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
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Sunday, April 22, 2012
Before Caroline's baptism, Liz asked the priest if there would be any problem giving her the middle name "St. Clair" after our lake. He laughed and commented that compared to the names some parents were giving their children . . .
Posted by Beryl Ament at 7:39 PM
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012
"It's shameful." I have been hearing such complaints from he who shares the house since 7:00 last night when we lost power. The power company website assures us that normal service will be restored by 9:30 p.m. tomorrow. He's right, of course: after the brown-out which messed up the computer, the black-out will now melt the ice cream, sour the milk and make life generally miserable.
At least we can heat water on the stove and have this warm and comfortable branch of the library just half a mile away. Catch you later.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 9:50 AM
Sunday, April 15, 2012
I also wanted to post my favorite birthday photo of him—and that is where I came across a major problem. Although I have photos from the last couple of years on my lap-top, the entire iPhoto file was loaded onto the desktop computer. A few weeks ago, on March 9 to be exact, we had a brown-out. Every photo on the computer, every event, shows the date of March 9, 2012. I'm sure there is an easy way to solve the problem, easier than transferring photos via Dropbox to my lap-top, where they magically assume their correct date, but . . .
Posted by Beryl Ament at 2:02 PM
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
She was sympathetic to Petra, Petra knew that, and anxious to help and even to ameliorate some of the exigencies imposed by sharing your life with someone who could take imperviousness to extraordinary levels.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 6:38 PM
Friday, April 06, 2012
Here is the recipient of the letter, my father in law.
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Thursday, April 05, 2012
The rest I used, and for the past year we have not bought any stamps, except for Christmas ones, though we inherited many of those too. The experience has been great for honing my arithmetic skills as I figured out which sum of denominations amounted to first class postage. It has probably made us very unpopular with whoever has the job of making sure each letter has sufficient postage. The job is getting harder now, since we have used most of the larger denominations. I have about ten sheets of 3¢ stamps and they only work with large envelopes.
Posted by Beryl Ament at 7:48 PM
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
|Gorhambury House, St. Albans, Herts.|
Posted by Beryl Ament at 6:05 PM
We have both gone as fer as we can go. Will Parker was amazed by bell telephones, radiators, gas buggies and indoor privees. I am appalled by technology’s onward march.
I have been gone for a while. My absence began with a computer malfunction. Not as if I didn’t foresee it. But instead of safeguarding the contents of the computer—I took a photograph of it for another blog I was working on.
I lost all the entries in my address book—though of course I had a photograph of the computer containing them! We bought not one but two new computers and moved on to other problems. My good and effective scanner wouldn’t work with the Mac version 10.6.8 nor apparently would our Dymo labeler. The scanner that came with the new ink jet printer is nasty. Then the laser jet had a problem. Then we got WiFi . . . I could have written several essays about the whole business, but then I realized Elisabeth Kübler-Ross had already documented the progression of denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance.
Finally I was reading an essay by Nora Ephron, a much better writer than I could dream of being. In her essay, I Remember Nothing, she writes,
I was curious about technology. I became a champion of e-mails and blogs—I found them romantic; I even made movies about them. But now I believe that almost anything new has been put on earth in order to make me feel bad about my dwindling memory, and I’ve erected a wall to protect myself from most of it.She goes on to state that she has “resigned myself to my computer dealing with its aches and pains of old age, much as I am resigning myself to my own.”
I too am resigned and as I resume this blog I repeat what I wrote on July 28, 2005, “hold on to something, it's going to be a bumpy ride!”
Posted by Beryl Ament at 1:14 PM