These past three maybe four years my dishwasher cutlery basket has holes in the bottom of some of the segments. And while this isn’t earth shattering. It is very annoying having to watch which place to put what, since only the dessert spoons won’t drop down and act like a stop on the jet-arm. Of course I could have replaced the basket with another from the manufacturer but who want’s to pay half the price of the machine for a bit of plastic that will explode again. Anyhows, this last weekend I found a stainless steel container that has worked a dream.
Now, what’s the betting I get another six month out of the machine, tops. 🙂
The weather has made my progress with the DSLR Nikon D3000 somewhat fits and starts. My lenses simply won’t open wide enough for the landscape photos that are my goal in the light conditions we’ve had. I need something in the f2 range like this bad boy. Certainly less than the f3.5-5.6 that I’ve got in one and the f4-5.6 in the other.
To give a true notion of exactly how icky it’s been. Well, mid-June I bought a IR-shutter release so I don’t have to touch the camera or tripod. I had notions of delightful shots of the Milky Way where the stars had trails. Or centering on Polaris having a glorious ring of dashed light trails. But it was not to be, since the days and nights have been so overcast it’s just not funny any longer.
If I was in any way fatalistic I’d be blaming myself for cutting the legs from jeans in May. That really was a triumph of hope over experience.
I was foostering with Windows Media Player last evening. And LO!!, didn’t I recover all my photos of the WWI wargraves for Ypres, Belgium and about 2000 others. These vanished in a re-booting exercise about mid-2009 when I suspected my machine was being used as a B&B for some truly nasty stuff. Now, my only problem will be to get them out of the WMP and onto my hard disk. Where they should darn well have been in the first place.
While I’ve not been ill exactly these last two weeks, neither have I been firing on all cylinders. I spent most of a weekend in bed and I gave up coffee for one of my regular stoppages. In these allergy enforced slowdowns, the dog thinks I’ve lost it, since she can get up on the bed and stay there without anyone shushing her from her bestist favoriteist spot. These periods of exhaustion have seen me start and finish two of Donna Leon’s books. One of which took about 100 pages to get going, ‘The girl of his dreams’. While the other ended with the phrase ‘poor boy’. This one, ‘Uniform Justice’, may or may not have pages missing. I’m not certain.
What can I say about Donna Leon’s books. Well, I would read the rest of them. And I don’t think I would feel like I had been had, like I feel when I read John Grisham or Brown. Her style is clean and she doesn’t clutter the pages with atomic level detail. She presents it -once she gets there- and gets on with it. And if she has actually ended with that phrase ‘Poor Boy’ then I actually believe I like her even more, for not all crimes are solved in a way that had true closure. And this ending reflects that, for while I think there are pages missing they are missing at a natural terminus.