Although I have not been blogging, I have been reading each of your posts, my friends. First, let me say that I have tried to comment on most of your blogs, and secondly, since two weeks ago, daughter Julie came through her medical problems just fine. No more headaches, no surgery.
That new scanner I ordered is the bee's knees. Or is it bees' knees? Anyway, it works very well, creating light where there was none, enhancing colors, cropping off non-essentials, etc. It is just a run of the mill brand and was inexpensive, but it is the technology that has changed over the years. The old scanner just was not cutting it. Results of all that scanning of old photos resulted in several trash cans full of old albums and photos. And several boxes of heavier papers and albums were taken away by the local disposer. We get an old age discount because the waste disposal guys figure that seniors don't have much trash. Suppose we more than got out money's worth from this trash removal service over the last couple of weeks.
All in all, those pictures from the 1970's until digital times have all been scanned. And the result? The best ones are now residing on one thumb drive. Amazing. It was an emotional time, truthfully. Looking at my daughters when they were babes in arms, thinking of those years, most of which were troubled and unhappy, working hard, having little free time. I had so much rather be living my life now rather than then. A couple of digital photo flashing frames were loaded with hundreds of vacation and family photos. The good times can be remembered at will. Happy, happy.
One large four drawer file cabinet is now in the garage ready for the "Fresh as a Daisy" pickup that the city provides in April for items too large for regular pick up. And now my little study is boasting a new two drawer mahogany and much smaller file for papers. Lots of the old files were also trashed. Who knew one could accumulate so much unimportant stuff over a few years time?
Clean up pictures:
(organized, items tossed)
(dusted)
And the amaryllis bulbs Natalie gave me are growing, finally, in the guest bath:
The husband ordered new retirement business cards. He has not yet handed one out, and I'm wondering if people will need an explanation of his thought process in creating these. Probably he will not even get reactions. Who knows. And what price would one pay to a holistic detective agent?
Yes, knitters, I have now completed two thirds of my
Looped Loop cowl and am on the home stretch of the
Delancey Cardigan in grey and mustard orange. The Looped Loop has to be knit under strong light. Usually I am watching some Inspector Lynley mystery shows on Netflix, so there have been a few dropped stitches. Next up to watch is "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas", Jan. And yesterday I was involved enough to have to rip out some grey on the cardigan because it was time for a stripe. Onward.
