Friday, May 18, 2007

It seems like just yesterday...

I was a computer maintenance technician - the old mainframe - and exactly 35 years ago today I went to Fortaleza to fix a CPU (today a CPU is a chip, but at that time it was a "closet" weighing hundreds of pounds) at the company's branch office.
When I arrived there I was introduced to the people that worked at the office, and I noticed that one girl was looking at me intensely.
That afternoon she sent me a note asking if I was in need of anything: coffee, water...

Only much later I learned that she had already told a friend that she was going to marry me...
The next day, after finishing the job, we had dinner together, and that became our first date.
I returned to São Paulo the next morning and we continued our romance by the company's internal mail, since the Internet wasn't even in the dreams of futurologists then...
In July I returned to Fortaleza on vacation, and we became engaged. In September, another few days there to fix another problem on the same computer. And in December she came to São Paulo, when we married without anyone in the family knowing.
It's been 35 years, 4 sons, one grandson, many joys, some fight, but above all much union, much understanding, much companionship and much love. Everything I had in life I owe to this outstanding woman, a fighter, stubborn, insistent, relentless at work, who loves parties like no one.
I don't know what she saw in me that day, but I know I was very lucky...

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Happy Mother's Day!


Through these pictures of three generations of mothers in my family, I pay my homage to all mothers worldwide. Congratulations for your day!

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Books

In her blog, Leaves of Grass, Sonia wrote about her books and published pictures of here bookshelves, suggesting that her readers do the same.
My problem is that my bookshelves are never tidy, but since what matters is to encourage more people to show their books, here are the pictures of the bookshelves in my office and my sons' bedrooms. What's missing are grandma's cooking books and all those that are hidden in many closets and boxes...