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Vacuuming around my father

I’ve been trying to teach my father how to use a laptop computer for about six years now. Maybe seven. Just simple things like creating documents, saving them and printing. He can’t retain the information – and not because he sustained a brain injury last year. It might as well be astrophysics, rocket science, alchemy. He can’t learn it. He won’t learn it. All I can do is try.My father hates the modern world, modern comprising pretty much anything that’s taken place since 1965. He spends his time destroying things he’s collected all his life. Letters to and from relatives, paintings by his brother. Old sketchbooks of what he considers minor efforts. His own paintings too.Dad is eighty, the last survivor of four siblings. Today when I went up to take him lunch and do a little bit of housework, he informed me he’d destroyed a box of his sister’s…

exhibition photos

Here’s the link to the entire set of Dad’s exhibition photos. The photos don’t give much of a sense of scale — Artarmon galleries — Sydney’s oldest art gallery, I believe, features three rooms, all of which were utterly packed. Hundreds of people turned up for the opening, including three staff members from the Royal North Shore hospital. A nurse from Grenwich hospital — a Japanese woman who Dad had gotten on with particularly well, sent him an enormous bunch of flowers. My photos are not properly labeled. I need Dad online with me to accomplish that task and that’s not going to happen for a couple of weeks at least.Rob noticed that a couple of Dad’s paintings feature ghosts! He’s pointing to a yellow figure whose head is most definitely transparent