Herself: School…..last class at the city facility which will now close to save money. We are moving up to a local Episcopalian Church. Struggled for two some hours with the new scanner ripping out each picture to scan it and damaging the 99 journal in the process. Talked with Marion B who was pooped after struggling with a new computer desk. Today swim then Poetry Lunch. Struggling every day to get online. All three computers are hit and miss until about 5:30 and again at 7:30 become a struggle. Grrrrrrrrr.
Balance: Cold almost gone. Old scanner back in operation. Ommmmmmm.
Nope, that’s not the way it’s supposed to go.
I groveled heartily all over my dear G, after he had been fed, suggesting the old scanner was repairable in hopes of saving the pages of my paper journals. There are hundreds of Queen Mary images just waiting to tear holes in those fragile pages, I suggested.
He fixed the old HP scanner with a great burst of effort, and in five minutes I had scanned four images and not ripped up a single page. Salvage triumphant thanks to G. He can blush now.
Empty Queen Mary First Class Pool, Long Beach, CA, May 1999. It’s gone dramatically down hill from these photographs as the sides of the pool continue to detach and curve inward from the decking.