Burnt Orange

This is me and my sister at the Grand Canyon in 1972. Yes, we are in matching outfits. People would ask if we were twins. We are not.

That’s our burnt orange Chevy Malibu.

I’m making it sound like the two of us drove out there on our own. She might not look like much but my sister is hell out on the open highway.

I’m scanning and organizing old photos again. This never gets old. I love the old cars. I wish we had better pictures of the cars.

I always think old photos of other people look old but I think my pictures look more contemporary. Is this a common delusion? Is there some really boring explanation about how since I lived it, it’s still alive in my brain (kinda) so it doesn’t seem so remote and long ago?

Bob and I finally got new desktop computers and we were so busy we didn’t even take them out of the box for almost a week.

Now I have it out of the box but for reasons I won’t bore you with, I’m not quite done with my old computer. So it’s still set up. Which means that I am using my new computer in a situation that is so unergonomical it is almost comical. Which is why my posting continues to be wonky. I have notes and photos for posts stuck everywhere.

Meanwhile, I have another major milestone post for tomorrow. Stay tuned.

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3 Responses to Burnt Orange

  1. Kira says:

    I bet Shane can explain the brain thing.

    My desk is currently in five pieces on the floor, so I feel your pain. Cyd is going to build it for me. I have been working sitting on the couch and I tell myself it’s so comfy and great and lounge-y, but really it hurts my back and makes it weird to stretch out and have papers to look at while I work.

    I wanna know the milestone. Nine-thousandth post?

  2. Bob says:

    Brain thing: think I know what you mean. For me, if I merely lived during the event in question, let alone lived through it, paradoxically the more that time passes, the closer the event seems. Like the Wright Bros. in 1903. Then 50 years later I’m born, and while growing up, 1903 seems like ancient history. But fast forward to 2003 for the centennial and I’m thinking, hey, I’ve been alive for the same amount of time that passed between 1903 and my birth, so I feel like a contemporary of the Wrights. Now that I think about it, that’s not really your point about contemporary-feeling old personal pix, not at all. Never mind!

    BTW, loved your “…Little Big…”. I wish I could do frustration, resignation, and reality like that.

    BTW2, love your title, “You’re Doing It Wrong”. What often goes through my head is, “Everything You Know Is Wrong” (Firesign Theater) which I filter before it leaves my mouth because no one seems to believe that of themselves except me, and I doubt that I really do.

    Please say “Hi”, from one Bob to another.

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