Ripping CD’s
“Kramer likes me because I’m his computer nerd sister,” she said.
Actually, what I asked was, “What school did you go to and what was your degree in?” “Mumble [Rice> mumble [BioChemical Engineering, \\i.e.\\, “molecular biology”> mumble.”
Mother’s Day was just mother’s day. Nice, in that, this one the first time, in I don’t know how long, that the four of us were together as a family, and there was no impending doom, no catastrophic set of circumstances had thrown us together, no other reason to get together other than to surprise Ma Wetzel.
It goes with the territory, though, I did have to do tech support for the family. This time, it was explaining how to rip and burn a CD on Sister’s G3. She talked about doing maintenance on her web site, and what a chore it was to find dependable help who didn’t cost a whole lot of money. For what she’s doing, there’s a simpler way – she could manage it herself. I gave a quick demo, walked her through a few items, then we trashed a couple of CD’s while she tried to learn how to rip and burn it herself.
As to flavors, we all dined out at some place that was a pleasant cross between my kind of casual and their kind of casual. And we took along one of Ma Wetzel’s late friend’s son. Plus, we added one of Ma Wetzel’s mother’s friends, and here’s the fun stuff. Sag son, another Sag son, a Sag waitress [11/23> and the friend of our grandmother? 11/23 Sag.
I’ve got a friend with two teenage daughters. Almost a perfect mom, but you know how teenagers are, right? So looking at the restaurant full of little girls done up in their Sunday best, I couldn’t help but think to myself about what those kids will grow up to be like. They will be teenagers some day.
Then, there was Ma Wetzel’s comment, Friday, before Sister or me arrived, “You know, many a ‘mother’s day’ have gone by and they don’t call, they don’t write, nothing…”
You know, with a Scorpio, you miss a Hallmark date like that **just once**, and they never let you forget.