Wednesday I went to the Frye and took pictures of people and/or their pets. This was a lot of fun, I enjoyed meeting all the cats and the one dog. I got a little sick, alas, and it took hours to sink in, which meant I was still sick Thursday, and had to call and reschedule my second session. Sigh.
Wednesday night, Jane and I helped Ron some more. Jane did a little cleaning, Ron and I took a load of stuff over to a friend of his, and Jane and I took back a load of furniture that would have otherwise been abandoned. (Ron: Luke, do you want this item? Luke: Ask Jane. Ron: Jane, do you want this item? Jane: Yes.) One of the said items is a leather armchair, sitting next to me in my office. With a little rearrangement, I'll have a comfy reading chair. I usually read lieing down (on couch or bed) so it'll be an experiment to see if I use it or turn it into a horizontal surface dump. Hah!
Thursday I was still allergenic/asthmatic so I didn't go to the Frye. I spent the day continuing with my huge disk clean up. Sunday I'd made the backup that was proprietary, which I didn't want. I decided to accept that anyway; the company is big enough that there will be converters for its software down the road. ("I am the very model of a proprietary backup.")
You know, that's the kind of nonsequitur that causes juliebata to say I need a new brain, because the one I have is melting from the heat.
I spent most of Thursday (and spare time of Tuesday and Wednesday, for that matter) making copies of my photo directory by subject. Real Change: ten discs (so far); neon: four discs (so far); insect safari: three discs; SACBO/SOLSTICE: six discs. These are straight manual copies.
I got the D70 in November, and haven't deleted a single picture I've taken with it, wanting to have a complete record of my progress. The back up was complete, but I don't think I'll make disc sets for every directory on my hard drive. A lot of the casual snapshots of Peaty, Sumac, Butter, Dave, and Skippy I'll give to Jane. The pollinator, rosebud, and cherry tree pictures I don't think I'll save, although I hope I try them again next spring. I deleted the Art 114 (photography) pictures. I deleted some Wiscon pictures.
There's lots of walkabout or flaneur directories. I love that word, flaneur. Henri Cartier-Bresson and Garry Winogrand were flaneur photographers. I like it though because I always think "poseur is to pose as flaneur is to flan"; like a flaneur is a dessert chef with more style than substance.
Now, if *I* were to ask for a new brain, it would have no ceiling for mathematics, analytic philosophy, or logic; read faster and comprehend better; and last but not least, be sillier.
Also, carry a thought for more than half a paragraph, that would be cool.
Last night we had Karrie D. over for dinner, the first time in years, and then sat on the porch talking for a couple hours. She and Jane shared hot flash/perimenopause stories.
Today: NOTHING. Well, rearrange and tidy my office to get the chair in place; call storage places to get locker prices for Julie; laundry; that kind of thing. But as far as going out, socializing, even answering the phone: Nuh uh. This means something will come up. Hah!
How come nobody writes deal with the Christ (as opposed to deal with the devil) stories?