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I don't know what's gotten into me, crafting post titles, then setting up a yammer about things not pertaining one whit to the topic. We'll just hope this little jag is short-lived.
You need to run over to Janie's new blog, This Little Mommy Went to Market..., because I know some of you are interested in her topic and may even have a comment or two to toss into her box, as time wears on.
I'm supposed to be answering a couple of emails from my darling daughter-in-law, but she knows I'm a photo hound and will understand I happened to remember those leaves in the camera, shortly after I sat down here.
I hollered into the other room, "Son3, have you downloaded any photos?"
"No. Why?"
"I didn't want a repeat of the trauma I suffered a couple of mornings ago."
It went okay this time, exceptin' for that little bout with "(Not Responding)." Tell me something I don't know. I'd been staring at the white screen for at least 15 seconds when the little advisory appeared. Do I have Dumb As Dirt on my forehead or something? I'm 'bout up to my gizzard with the computer sticking its tongue out at me. Rude.
Leaves. But I'll be poking them under the flowers label. A girl doesn't want to get too carried away with her labels, and I'm not so keen on the world's scientific classification system anyway. I'm no more animal than the sofa is. Just call me a scientist, and I can happily poke my leaves under the flowers label, simply because it suits my purpose. *brushing hands* Everyone has them, but can we enjoy too many? ºÜº
For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may give seed to the sower, and bread to the eater: so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. ~Isaiah 55:10-12
...which delighted me when I opened the carton a couple of mornings ago, but I have to computer-talk first.
There's the part about me accidentally expunging my entire blog template a few mornings ago, and I told Zoomer I wasn't going to mention it, but everyone should know my fuzzy, morning head just isn't with it, and it's too bad there was no one around to snap a shot of my face when I realized I'd pushed the wrong button. What have I done now!? All those tweaks I'd made in the canned template's html, and now the whole stinkin' thing was completely evaporated, a different template was in its place, and my blog looked Pathetic. (note the capital "p")
Then there's the part about our computer going berserk, and twice now I've answered, "No," when Charles asked if we need to buy a new one. I must be crazier than the computer.
All I wanted to do this morning was download photos from the camera, which is supposed to prompt the Olympus software to open when I plug it in ... but noooo. First it has to say it's going to install the printer. You know, the printer that's been installed and fully operational for two years now. Then it'll open Olympus. NOT. This time, after it stopped trying to install the installed printer, it decided to go to a file in drive G. Drive G? Where'd that come from, and how many letters are there, assigned to holes in the back of that tower -- back where the spiders live and where my hands refuse to go.
I eventually teased, coaxed, rammed the computer brain into the Olympus menu, selected Transfer Photos, then From Camera, and the screen said 0 photos. Don't you be lyin' to me! Look again!
I'll tell you what, I repeated the whole Installing Printer / Drive G: removable disk / tease-coax-ram / Transfer Photos / From Camera process two more times, before I accidentally hit the Browse Photos button, instead of Transfer Photos. You think I'm kidding? At that point, my head started hurting, because the camera's little green battery light had been taunting me for many minutes already: "You're sucking the life out of us." Now I'd poked the wrong button, and I was waiting for the October photo menu to load -- so I could close it -- when what I'd wanted was the transfer menu.
Imagine my mounting confusion, when the October photos appeared on the screen, and I saw thumbnails of my eggs which were supposedly sitting in the camera ... and some thumbnails of multiple-Great Grandma Margaret. How'd that happen!?
When Son3 decides he's going to download photos from the camera for the first time in his life, he should tell his poor, old mother, so she doesn't -- while he's comfortably sleeping -- needlessly wage war for ten minutes with a berserk computer. If he hadn't told me over the campfire last night that he was thinking of changing his blogger ID photo to a shot of Grandma Margaret (okay, our sense of humor is a tad odd), I might have run screaming from my seat this morning, when she appeared on the screen...near my eggs. Thankfully, he had told me about his plans for Great Grandma Margaret, so I was able to piece together what had happened ... well, except for the part about the incessant attempts to install the installed printer, and I'm never going to figure that out. He must have been serious about adopting Margaret's visage as his ID and photo'd her image in the opening pages of "The _____ of Kansas," a family history book; then he downloaded the photos. Poor Margaret. Poor me.
Okay, with all of that off my chest and having dizzied the reader, here are the eggs which made me smile:
But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us, even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;) and hath raised us up together, and made us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus: that in the ages to come he might shew the exceeding riches of his grace in his kindness toward us through Christ Jesus. For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast. ~Ephesians 2:4-9
SUNSET
10/18/08
7:02 p.m.
(clickables)
SUNRISE
10/19/08
7:28 a.m.
Favorite thing -- When God paints the sky.
When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?
~Psalms 8:3, 4
Thy righteousness also, O God, is very high, who hast done great things: O God, who is like unto thee!
~Psalms 71:19
It's cold now. I haven't gotten around to making the wardrobe switch yet, but I don't want to be shivering either, so I buried my hand in a bag and was delighted to pull out my live-in-it outfit. When Zoomer and I met for the first time, she said, "I knew I'd see that outfit." Of course she did. She and I had been emailing photos for several years, and she probably didn't know, or would have believed, I even owned any other clothes. In fact, she insisted on seeing the interior of my closet while she was here. [She might call me on that exercise of literary license, so the full truth was about her interest in seeing what styles and colors I am in my daily life.]
I share with you my live-in-it outfit -- in what may be its final season -- because it's certainly seen finer (and many) days.My Autumn & Winter Me
Yes, I always buy shoes to match the flooring. They're homemakers' camouflage, sold in many stores online, if you've a mind to have a pair.
Son3 also built a fire for me. When Charles got home, he pondered the concept of wasted wood and began throwing open windows. Okay, okay, 82º is a bit toasty, but who knew the afternoon sun was going to dash the chill? Not this comfy frog. ºÜº
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. ~Galatians 2:20
