Cable
Well, Grammie’s gray hair are now a hue of white. Over the last month I have been working with the new HP to allow my Cannon camera to upload photos. Over and over I got to the point that the computer would not allow the camera to be loaded as a new device. Perhaps my camera was too old for the HP to recognize its make and model.
Best Buy offered to sell me a cable to see if it would work. It does allow the photo to be uploaded directly from the camera but the format is a bit different. The only thing I could not get done, for now, is to give the photo a name, a label. That is the least of my concerns today, August 25th. Once I give in to the challenges each day may bring . . . it is down hill from there. Many many days just bring the usual and customary. You know . . . the meals, the dishes, the laundry and the Swiffer type of work.
Today my focus of the tidy, tidy was our back door. As I worked on cleaning it inside and out, I blessed our local lumberyard often. Dennis did get a pass. Dennis always favored buying locally. Bolin’s lumberyard’s choices were slim to none. The wood-core aluminum door did not have the usual metal slides to wiggle up the bottom panel to remove it for cleaning. The slides are there, but only to raise or lower it to allow the screen to be used. I thought by pushing in both slides at the same time it would be able to be pulled straight out. Maybe the slides were dirty and the channels got cleaned. Then I thought I would spray some lubricant into the channels. I then tried a plier as I thought my hands were not strong enough for the slides to free the catches.
How would Lena clean that bottom glass caught behind the screen. I took my window cleaner, went outside and thoroughly sprayed the glass through the screen and then as the glass cleaner was running down the glass, I used a clean cloth to wipe down the screen as it touched the glass. Hmm. Not my finest work. The top glass was very easy to clean inside and outside. It is many shades cleaner than when I started out. So be it.
Dennis took the auxiliary hose off of the sump pump that had the water running into the street. For a time the pump ran so often, it flooded the area of the usual spot north of the house. I believe the hard huge rains are over. I helped Dennis coil them and secure them with zip ties. I offered to put them up and away in the potting shed. For various reasons there have been bungee cords hanging from the cross bar of the rafters. I was turning to leave the potting shed and . . . I could not believe my luck. One of the bungee cord hooks had snagged the back of my shirt as I was working under it. It almost got to the point of taking said shirt off. Wiggle, wiggle grasping material of the shirt and I was leaving the potting shed. Good grief.
With that I take my leave. ♥