Father's Day

Last weekend I drove up to Boston for Father’s day. For Mother’s day, K (my brother) and I helped my parents sort through and clean out the attic. I persuaded Mom that it made more sense to move the garage sale stuff down to the garage on Father’s day, closer to when the garage sale would be held, so that the basement would remain at least partially navigable. So K and I spent most of Saturday setting up the garage for the garage sale and cleaning out the attic and basement and I gave myself a blister vacuuming out K’s car (and my own).

My Dad has a moderately well-sized collection of slides taken during his various travels – including his trip around the world before he married my Mom (I should say just before – he proposed and went on this months-long trip leaving Mom wondering if they really were getting married. Before you think this is callous, I’ll point out that mom went on a two-week trip to Greece before their wedding without him so she was hardly pining). He’s been looking into ways to make these slides digital and is hoping to find something satisfactory that he can do at home somewhat cheaper than sending them all out. So we did some experiments with my taking pictures with my new camera of the slides projected on a wall:

This was taken when many Japanese women still wore kimono – looking at this picture temporarily gives me a very different perception of time.

While not perfect, I think it does a reasonably good job and can be done relatively quickly for free. He’s going to think about it.



Sunday we met K and his girlfriend KH at Mary Cheung’s, our favorite place for Dim Sum. Naturally I brought my new camera, and KH has recently resolved to take a picture a day so there was a lot of snapping of pictures.

Curiously enough, A, the boy I went to the Prom with, whose parents still live down the street from mine, was at the next table with K’s best friend from High school. It’s a small world, where you grew up.