Dunno what other people do on the long weekend, but I stay home. Jean and I relaxed yesterday evening, which was Jean's birthday. I got her a copy of Sims: Makin' Magic, and she got me a copy of Oklahoma (we celebrate our birthdays together).
Earlier today I went down to work with Kelly in tow, got a little work done, too.
Kelly is right now knitting. Jean has spent most of the day baking, making ciabatta bread with Kalamata olives (yum!) and brownies with Kelly.
Tomorrow, I'll go work out, maybe work a little more. But no wrestling the holiday trafffic. Nice way to relax if you ask me.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
New D70 Gallery
I've linked the banner flower to a new gallery of images I snapped with the D70 at the last NOVA meeting. I used a trial version of Adobe Photoshop CS with the new Camera RAW plugin, and I'm drooling, really. Not that the photos look any better after I fumbled taking them (garbage in, garbage out), but rather that it's so much faster than any of the Nikon supplied software, and so much easier to use. I know I'm gonna have to buy this upgrade after the trip to Disneyland, so I can convert those future pics with less pain...
By the way, 0071.jpg is more or less full frame, so don't click on that link if you have a slow connection. I wanted to have one I could show to a friend at work that had a bit more detail.
By the way, 0071.jpg is more or less full frame, so don't click on that link if you have a slow connection. I wanted to have one I could show to a friend at work that had a bit more detail.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Open Swim
I spent a couple hours today reading and listening to my iPod (Lawrence Lessig's Free Culture, which I just finished), while Kelly and her friend did the open swim thing at the YMCA. In the end, I think they had a little too much time together, as they were sorta sniping at each other by the time her friend went home.
Speaking of the YMCA, the overnighter went great, and Kelly is now signing up for the Camp Collins week away from home this summer. My little girl's growing up, <sniff>.
Speaking of the YMCA, the overnighter went great, and Kelly is now signing up for the Camp Collins week away from home this summer. My little girl's growing up, <sniff>.
I.E.D.
I was downstairs with Jean, she with her head in my lap, and we were just chatting. Chatting about how long we've been together, how good a match we are for each other, that sort of mushy stuff. All the while, I was running my fingers through her hair. Not just brushing, but tugging. Trying to get it to stand on end.
"Now I know where Kelly gets that hair-playing habit of hers," she said. "She does the same thing to me." Emphasizing 'me' as if there were someone else in the room.
I told her, "I think you meant to say: She does the same thing to me..."
So I immediately invented a new syndrome, Inappropriate Emphasis Disorder, and spent the next five minutes teasing her with it. In the end, I got her to change her emphasis on a single syllable, "No." ... "No!"
"Now I know where Kelly gets that hair-playing habit of hers," she said. "She does the same thing to me." Emphasizing 'me' as if there were someone else in the room.
I told her, "I think you meant to say: She does the same thing to me..."
So I immediately invented a new syndrome, Inappropriate Emphasis Disorder, and spent the next five minutes teasing her with it. In the end, I got her to change her emphasis on a single syllable, "No." ... "No!"
I.E.D.
I was downstairs with Jean, she with her head in my lap, and we were just chatting. Chatting about how long we've been together, how good a match we are for each other, that sort of mushy stuff. All the while, I was running my fingers through her hair. Not just brushing, but tugging. Trying to get it to stand on end.
"Now I know where Kelly gets that hair-playing habit of hers," she said. "She does the same thing to me." Emphasizing 'me' as if there were someone else in the room.
So I immediately invented a new syndrome, Inappropriate Emphasis Disorder, and spent the next five minutes teasing her with it. In the end, I got her to change her emphasis on a single syllable, "No." ... "No!"
"Now I know where Kelly gets that hair-playing habit of hers," she said. "She does the same thing to me." Emphasizing 'me' as if there were someone else in the room.
So I immediately invented a new syndrome, Inappropriate Emphasis Disorder, and spent the next five minutes teasing her with it. In the end, I got her to change her emphasis on a single syllable, "No." ... "No!"
Friday, May 14, 2004
Kelly's Night Out
Jean's having separation pangs. Kelly has gone to the YMCA for her first overnighter. Can you believe she's never done a sleepover before? Somehow we neglected to ever do that. So now she's gone, having the time of her life (I hope), and Jean is having a time of it in a different sense.
We pick her up tomorrow morning at 8:30am, then kill time with breakfast as she's got swim class at the very same YMCA at around 10:45am. I'll be sure to report any scoops here tomorrow if she shares.
We pick her up tomorrow morning at 8:30am, then kill time with breakfast as she's got swim class at the very same YMCA at around 10:45am. I'll be sure to report any scoops here tomorrow if she shares.
Monday, May 10, 2004
Getting My Dander Up
My other unique outing this weekend was to take Kelly to an orientation at the Cat Adoption Team. Get it? C.A.T.? They're a no-kill shelter and adoption group for cats, and Kelly is going to do some volunteer work there this summer. Jean will be her escort, since the shelter doesn't allow kids under 16 to work alone.
In just the brief hour we were there, my eyes were itching and my nose running. In fact it ran most of the day thereafter. Sunday I was finding cat hair in my car while driving the family to the theatre! Kelly was hinting that maybe we could be a foster family for a cat (act as a home for a mother cat and her kittens until they are old enough to be put up for adoption), but this little experience makes me wary of that path.
In just the brief hour we were there, my eyes were itching and my nose running. In fact it ran most of the day thereafter. Sunday I was finding cat hair in my car while driving the family to the theatre! Kelly was hinting that maybe we could be a foster family for a cat (act as a home for a mother cat and her kittens until they are old enough to be put up for adoption), but this little experience makes me wary of that path.
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