Gumel Abacha

It does kinda seem pointless sometimes. It took me most of the first day just to teach my dad how to double click an icon properly.
For some reason he just couldn't hold the mouse still and click it twice no matter how hard he tried, so I had to explain it like you would to a little kid. 'put this finger here.. now put this finger here.. ok, now hold it really steady and double click... no you have to click faster than that... nope that's too fast and you moved the mouse again... try again... don't touch the screen with your fingers cause you'll get it all dirty... try again... nope the icon is this thing right here.... don't touch the screen... ok try again... no not the right button, the left one... '
Meantime my brain is screaming 'arrrghh arghhhh arghhhhh!!!'

The next day, it's like starting from scratch. He says 'what's an icon?'
'um.. it's this thing right here dad.. remember I showed you this yesterday... no?... ok, you have to hold the mouse like this and double... don't touch the screen... double click... no that's too fast... no that's the right button you want to click the left button.. now hit it twice... you moved the mouse again...'

Next day it's like repeato vision all over again...
'kev... can you show me how to click that picture thing again'
'it's an icon dad... don't touch the screen... no you have to click it twice...'

He he! That's you paying back for all the bad **** you put them through growing up. :D

Sometimes I listening to people complaining about stuff to do with their parents, and I get this nostalgia thing. Maybe it's coz my mom died some 10 years ago (man, time flies), and like the song says, you don't know what you got till it's gone. But then again, if she were still alive, I'd probably have stuff to complain about her. We used to have issues quite a bit, tho we were sorta on the verge of putting things right when she passed on. Hate her sense of timing. :mad:

I'm cool tho! :cool: Smile and all.

Originally Posted by: kingdavidHe he! That's you paying back for all the bad **** you put them through growing up.

Yeah really... It's like role reversal time.
I keep thinking of all times I had problems in public school and my parents trying to explain things and just not getting it.
This is exactly the same .. I feel like my dad is a kid & I'm the parent trying to explain something.

I'm really suprised at how degraded their memories have gotten in the last few years though. Like seriously forgetting things they did just a few days ago or forgetting somebody they've known for 40 years.
It's kinda scary thinking that in another 30 years it could be happening to me.