This isn’t a post about Sandhill Crane chicks, and yes, there are two now. Nope. At this exact moment I have taken a lot of photos in the last few days, some of which are nice (I hope). And they are in this computer, well, I downloaded them to the external hard drive, and I have figured out how to find them, and I think I have figured out how to get them to open in Lightroom from here on in. At least I hope so. But this picture took over an hour for me to find, and editing has been torture because every step brings up the dreaded twirly-whirly thing as the computer thinks about it and decides whether to cooperate with me or not. So I get sick of it and get back to sewing, which then has me wandering the house looking for the scissors/screwdriver (I’m hanging curtains), etc. Whatever I had in my hands a second ago is now lost. Always. And the house is a wreck because I cannot do a home improvement project without making a mess. Usually all this would send me out the door for more pictures but that hardly seems useful at this point. There is an upside to all of this though. You may remember me complaining over and over about losing the TV remote, or not, but it’s a theme of mine. Well, I found them, six of them, and I took a picture, but that’s lost in this computer also.
So it’s April Fool’s Day… and the joke is on me…
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