My life, as I know it, is over…
I went to my parents’ on Sunday. It was Father’s Day and my birthday (48) and my sober date (5).
Aside: The night before, on the phone with CBC, she asked in amazement, “You were born on Father’s Day?”
“No,” I replied, “it was on a Wednesday that year.” Long pause. I clarified, “My birthday.”
“Oh,” said she.
Anyway, in the car on the way out to Greece, he said, “Now don’t tell your mother about this, but I’m thinking of getting a computer. What would you recommend?”
My life flashed before my eyes. Along with endless training and support calls…
I recovered somewhat by the time he took me home. I suggested he try the ones at the public library to get a feel for the Internet before spending the money, just in case he doesn’t care for it. (Not that the money would be any problem.) And, since his experience is limited to mainframe terminals running production processes at Kodak, I suggested that he take their basic computer classes beforehand as well.
Today I happened to think, Wait, they have four grandkids. They could help. A little later I realized that grandkids could be as much of a problem as a resource. Drat.
And heaven help me if he wants a blog or online photo gallery…
