I love to take a photograph...
Afterward
Taken with my new Nikon Coolpix P50, a replacement for my old Nikon, which was literally held together with tape. But I liked the camera, and knew how to use its features, after three years of blogging and over 17,000 photos.
This one works essentially the same way, except it's a wide angle, which will be great for getting the landscape shots I'm always taking. It seems to take better flash shots, and claims to take better low light (i.e., indoor winter) shots, hopefully making for better food photos. Since I wouldn't have had the patience to learn to use a totally new camera, this one was the perfect gift. Thanks.
I also got the new version of iPhoto, which came in iLife, so now *I* can do a lot more. Like start a Garage Band. And make iMovies and iDVDs. Blogging will never be the same.
In addition, I'm typing this on a new, ultra thin keyboard with a turbo-charged mouse I still can't control. Must learn to adjust the speeddddddd.
Daughter Number One got me a juicer, with which I expect to be making lots of cool juicy things. And slippers. I never thought I'd appreciate a pair of slippers so much, but I guess that's one of those things that happens with age. And hard floors.
Daughter Number Two got me a book about poop. She made her dad a hammer in shop, so I'm feeling a little slighted. A book about poop. Seriously. And remind me, why are we sending her to a liberal arts college? So she can take shop classes? She also got me a room freshener, to get rid of that icky Republican smell, which must somehow be related to the poop. But that's more like it, anyway.
Did I mention she got her tongue pierced? That's probably because I refuse to talk about it.
The two daughters got lots of clothes, winter clothes for DNT in snow-bound Massachusetts, and teaching clothes for DNO. And some photos of electronics thingies that never came in the mail. The dog got lots of bones and stuffed toys. She was just happy to be opening presents. It's so nice to have a youngster around at Christmas.
The dog keeps an eye on the floor while we prepare Christmas dinner, and hopefully drop bits of it.
