I have a son who is all about technology. You have a question, he's got the answer. The only trick is to catch him in a mood to help. Unfortunately, that can indeed be a tricky thing. Trying to find the right time between any particular game level and an incoming text from his girlfriend can be an almost impossible task. He's on my mind because I have asked him repeatedly to help me with a computer issue. Yesterday I asked him once again. I'm getting the feeling I'm being ignored.
I have these awesome pictures on my phone I would like to transfer to my laptop. I know there's a way. I know there's something around this house to download. I know this because I've seen it. Knowing, though, isn't exactly the same thing as doing. And that is where I get stuck.
I took some pictures of our Saturday. Pictures that were going to go along with the tale I wanted to tell. Pictures that aren't going to happen right now.
For instance, I took some photos of a downtown antique store. There is one particular section that I always get lost in and it has everything to do with the Civil War. I practically drooled over the facsimile copies of the Ordinance of Secession for South Carolina. And yes, I really do stand and read all that. I take the time to look at each signature. I think about the thoughts that must have been going through a man's mind when he took the ink to paper to sign his name. The same holds true for the Declaration of Independence, but we are in the South here. For the time being, it's all about states' rights.
I looked at a large, framed picture of Robert E. Lee and asked my husband what he thought about hanging that in our home. He offered to install special lighting for it. I looked at battle maps and books on generals. I wrote down the titles of diaries I would like to search for. I fondly held buttons from Union and Confederate jackets in my hand. I presented next year's Christmas wish list to anyone who would listen. I genuinely fell in love.
I suppose all this sounds special until you consider the fact this was not the first time I had been to that store. I'll feel the same way the next time I go back. There are just some places that make you feel good.
At another shop I looked at the vintage paintings and photographs. I noticed they were all of women and wondered about each one. We then wandered into a quaint little store full of overpriced purses and scarves. Another store was all about homemade goodies baked especially for pampered pets. One cafe was found dedicated to coffee, another to breweries, another to ice cream. You just gotta love a thriving downtown.
We found an art gallery with paintings available for purchase. I snapped several photos in here. One was of our talented son standing in shock over the price tags on the pieces. That boy could so out-do any of those artists. He was mentally calculating the money he could make. We laughed together over the display of paper products made from recycled horse manure. I definitely took a picture of that. It's just too bad you can't see any of them.
Maybe I'll ask techno-boy again tomorrow for help or maybe I won't. Actually, I should probably wait until he's wanting to do something. It's at those times, I've noticed, that he is most attentive to me. He'll start hanging around acting like he's all interested in the towels I'm folding or the carrots I'm chopping. I'll wait until then to make my move. Hey, do you think you've got time to install that Bluetooth for me?
I'm betting he'll have the time.
Then I'll have my pictures of antique stores and vintage paintings.
High dollar purses and doggie treats.
Teenage boys in art galleries and strange concoctions called poo paper.
Of course, by then none of that will matter.
But at least I'll be prepared for the next outing.
It's all about the timing.
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