After the usual Friday things, I came home to post to the Discovery Shops Facebook page. Then rather than go on to scanning, prompted by some remarks from Tabor, I thought I would check and make sure things were really backed up where I wanted them.
I don’t mind this kind of work. This sort of plodding organization suits me. It’s like comfort food. I bring up old friends and make sure they are ok. I pat them, tweak then, give then a hug while making sure they are put in just the right places. What I found was that last year’s long train trip wasn’t filed under vacations. It was lost in that giant backup hard drive over on my old computer.
First I had to find it. Then I had to move it to the folder marked “vacations” in an increasingly chilly computer room. Then just to make sure it was backed up, I needed to copy all those pictures a second time to the second “vacations” folder in a now very cold room. By the time the Geezer got home, I was reduced to a shivering mass hovering over 4000 some photos that were still telling me that they would be downloading for another fifteen minutes.
I was bribed away by dinner and left my two archaic computers transferring their megabytes of information between themselves in the cold and now darkened room.