Sunday 06/15/2025
Watered the plants; did the puzzle. Took a bit of a walk. Spent the bulk of the day scanning my mother’s autobiography. The scanning went quite smoothly, but the .rtf files need editing. There are scan errors–not a lot, Vuescan does good work, but even 0.1% means 2 or 3 typos per page–and formatting issues. So after scanning I started editing, and got through the first two chapters, about her childhood. I had forgotten that her father, Samuel Neill, was a mean son of a bitch, depressive, emotionally abusive. He’d get “black moods” where he’d go days without saying a word to his wife and kids.
Went down to dinner and found myself feeling like granddad, low and mean, suddenly not liking anything or anybody.
Codgerville 