The past few nights, I’ve been having long telephone conversations with Ralph. Rather than spend time talking about our exciting day, I try to give him instructions on how to set up his blog over at Ollinkoatl.net and customize it to his liking. I keep getting frustrated and just telling him I’ll do it for him… because I can. I know how to modify a theme enough to make it look like something that didn’t just come out of the WordPress install box. Finding the right directory to upload an image isn’t tough. The process may give me a bit of a headache (modifying the Puro Pedo Magazine blog wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be), but I know I can do it.

I do the same thing when it comes to my family. Rather than patiently teach family members young and old how to make sense of their gadgets, I just do it myself. Not a good look… ’cause then I get stuck always looking for the tia Consuelo’s phone number in Papa Chepe’s cell phone, making all the party invitations, and adding music to my brother’s iPod. Somehow, I’d rather have the extra responsibility as opposed to challenging myself enough to teach someone who might just need a little push.

Anyway, as Ralph sets up his blog, I’ll try to help just enough… and as my sister Lori gets her beautiful new MacBook up and running I’ll do the same. After all, they’re intelligent people and if I can figure it out (after lots of trial and error), I’m sure they can too.