I’d be completely helpless, not to mention hopeless, when it comes to computers without the rest of my family here. City Boy worked at Microsoft for awhile, not as a programmer, but as a computer fixer. Yes, that is the technical term. Okay, maybe not. But that’s what he did…he fixed their computers when they had troubles. Kind of like when you have troubles and bring your computer to some little hole in the wall computer place, only City Boy’s hole in the wall was inside of Microsoft. Anyway, he knows a thing or twenty about computers, which is good, because I know how to turn on the internet most of the time and send emails and all of that is only because he’s shown me how. He calls me a user because sometime I can’t even do that without his help.
Then there’s this whole ‘nuther world where photos are involved. Posting photos is a huge challenge for the technically challenged Horsewife. But the Grammar Nazi helped me through this. He showed me how to get the photos from my camera to photoshop and how to resize them so it was easier for you to see them. He calls me a user because sometimes I forget and have to be reminded. But I’m getting better!
And then we have Darling. She’s 13 and still knows way more about how to use this contraption than I do, especially when it comes to changing those photos and making them into a thing of art. I get all happy and warm feeling when I manage to crop a photo and make it look a bit brighter, and she rolls her eyes and calls me a user, then starts editing my work so that it looks…as she puts it…prettiful.
Last night I was trying to come up with some fun new T-shirt ideas for the horse rescue. I started with this photo of the Ghost that I took while on vacation this spring.
I had a lot of fun with the Ghost, as you may recall. I very nearly called back to see about adopting him after we got home. He just presented me with so many fun options when it came to manipulating his photo!
But as I said, without Darling and Grammar Nazi and City Boy, I’d be sitting here looking at a blank screen and wondering what to do. Last night Darling helped me out again, because I was stumped. “Here,” she said, only slightly annoyed, “Just push this button and see what happens.” So I did, and…wow, how cool!
Now this is why I had kids!