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Not similar at all
Jun. 13th, 2007 08:06 pmMy mother and John arrived home today. Has it really been a month? Gosh, that went quickly. I picked them up at the station and brought them back here so they could sort out suitcases and a grocery list before heading out to John's (he lives in a little town just outside the City by the Sea). The noisy bird in my ceiling squeaked as we came in.
"For God's sake!" said my mother. "Change the smoke alarm battery."
"Is that what that is? I thought it was a very loud sparrow." One withering look and a quick battery change later and the annoying bird is gone. Ahem.
After I cooked dinner for them, my mother hooked up her camera to the TV and I was rewarded with a slide show of their trip. Woohoo! Last time they went to the UK, they were there for six weeks and she took about 200 photos; this time they were there for only four weeks and she took 668 photos. I think the new digital camera has gone to her head. Still, I can't complain. Aside from the obligatory family snaps, my mother has several entertaining obsessions that make photographic showings less of a chore. She appears, for example, to have photographed every last duck in Yorkshire, almost every chimney pot in the north of England, and a great number of bees. The perfect bee photo, in fact, is a long-standing ambition of my mother's that she has attempted many, many times, and she has finally taken what she considers to be a very fine photo of a bee indeed; I suspect that I will be required to put these photos onto a CD at some point, so I may put the bee photo up here when I get the image file. There's something to look forward to!
"And that there," said my mother, pointing to photo of a statue showing a man and a dog, "is a statue in Edinburgh. It's Burns." Pause. "Or Doctor Livingstone. One of them." Yes, I suppose they are quite similar. Ahem.
"For God's sake!" said my mother. "Change the smoke alarm battery."
"Is that what that is? I thought it was a very loud sparrow." One withering look and a quick battery change later and the annoying bird is gone. Ahem.
After I cooked dinner for them, my mother hooked up her camera to the TV and I was rewarded with a slide show of their trip. Woohoo! Last time they went to the UK, they were there for six weeks and she took about 200 photos; this time they were there for only four weeks and she took 668 photos. I think the new digital camera has gone to her head. Still, I can't complain. Aside from the obligatory family snaps, my mother has several entertaining obsessions that make photographic showings less of a chore. She appears, for example, to have photographed every last duck in Yorkshire, almost every chimney pot in the north of England, and a great number of bees. The perfect bee photo, in fact, is a long-standing ambition of my mother's that she has attempted many, many times, and she has finally taken what she considers to be a very fine photo of a bee indeed; I suspect that I will be required to put these photos onto a CD at some point, so I may put the bee photo up here when I get the image file. There's something to look forward to!
"And that there," said my mother, pointing to photo of a statue showing a man and a dog, "is a statue in Edinburgh. It's Burns." Pause. "Or Doctor Livingstone. One of them." Yes, I suppose they are quite similar. Ahem.