Enough Already!

It has been a leafy week here for me as I take the multiple versions of the decorative leaf for the Stammbam from the Auld Sodd.

Now, not only do I have to meld 6 different pictures together but it would be swell if I can show all the most important features of each individual. Oh, and do I mind splitting apart people who are in the SAME picture so that they can be moved to more appropriate places? Grrr

I have accomplished them all. But I swear I will freak if asked to do more. I am irritated at this point. Particularly as Fun Daddy is complaining about all the other things that I am NOT accomplishing.

I think leaf side 2 looks better over all. Not only for my improved photoshopping skills but also because most of the people in the picture do look like someone peed in their cornflakes that morning. (Christmas Eve, 1951 to be specific)

The first round of the second side of the leaf was met with complaint that it was too wide and my MIL was too far from the center. Can't I crunch people in together more?

Now I am hearing that I failed to show Uncle Carl's rank. When he was in the Army. During WWII. In the first half of the LAST CENTURY. Oh and when the engravers start their work they will probably be able to spread apart the people in the image right?

Because when you have melded 7 clips from 6 photos which include two brides, a soldier, a guy in sunglasses, two bedraggled children and two floating heads the main issue is to not cut a stripe off the soldiers sleeve from sixty years ago.

DONE!

No Where to Hide

My FIL had a "procedure" this morning.

A cardiac catherization to figure out what is going on with a heart murmur that he has had for years.. Not the hugest of deals, but still it has risks associated with it.

Now naturally, Fun Daddy and his father had discuss those options and who would want what done under what circumstances. Because his mother died recently, Fun Daddy worked himself into a state. I have for a week, been listening to him freak out about this. He steeled himself up and was "prepared" to have something go wrong. OoooooKay. Got it.

fast forward to this morning

He called at 6:30 to let me know that his father was in the lab having his "procedure". He would let me know when everything was all clear.

7:30 -- Nothing

8:30 -- Nothing

9:30 -- Nothing

10:00? I start making phone calls. His phone? No answer. No biggie, I guess. He often ignores me when I call. I wait a bit and try again. Still nothing. Text Message? Nada.

So I did what anyone would do...

I tracked him down in the hospital. I speak the language well enough to get transferred to the right people who then transfer me to the phone in the recovery room where FIL and Fun Daddy are hanging out.

I don't know why it irritates me, but Fun Daddy had the temerity to be nonchalant. Oh? You were concerned? Sorry.

Grrrrr,

But then he stops a second and thinks.... "You tracked us down? In the medical center?"

Yeah, remember that.