Himself: Swam, and worked his tail off on the cupboard. Bought one more drawer.
Herself: Swam, meeting, dealt with DVD’s that hated my computer. I learned a lot, but did I need to know all this.
Reading: A new old Cadell that came from a used bookstore today.
He’s still speaking to me, and later today the bifold doors will be reinstalled with the hinge hidden.
In the meantime, I was up here struggling with formatting the RW DVD’s I was going to use. One had something on it, and after consulting via the bathroom window to the garage two floors below, I tried to delete the something. Not.
It’s been years since I’d seen the blue screen of death. And too, I must say that VISTA isn’t as friendly when one just crashes it….improperly shuts it down with one impatient push of the button. The error messages for the rest of the day thing did not keep us amused.
I completed two RW DVD’s by dragging and dropping by individual folders. Why? Because the machine said the disc was too small to take my photos in their entirety. It wasn’t. The one single photograph of the Margaret Millicent who died at ten wasn’t there when I was done tho. You would have been proud of me as I calmly, without one single swear word, found the photo, turned on the XP computer with which the old style scanner works, scanned the picture, dragged it to my computer, and still not swearing put the picture on both finished RE DVD’s. Then I put everything away again.
I felt quite heroic...with his help.
He felt quite heroic for putting up with me.