Today, I was going to blog about my beautiful handspun FO. Was. Can’t, because when one takes photos without a memory card in the camera, there are no photos to upload and share. Hem.
The shame of it all is that despite all the flashing symbols, I didn’t realize what I’d done until I tried to download the photos onto my laptop. (Download vs. upload… forgive me if my usage isn’t correct?!) After searching my handbag and each pair of pants I wore last week, a second search of the bag – you know ladies, when you shove your hand to the bottom of the bag and just shake? – yielded the lost card.
I have always done things in “spells.” There was the lock myself out of car and home spell in my early 20s. Of late, I’ve left my cell phone in the charger or in a vehicle no fewer than a half-dozen times since New Years Eve. I think I shall not allow myself to remove the memory card from my “good” camera for a while, and just upload (download?) photos at home until we can be sure this is no new phase in my scatterbrained life.
No, I’m not REALLY scattered, but we all have our moments, don’t we?
Can one of you pop over to play? I have “Apples on a stick just make me sick, make my heart go 2-46…” on the brain. I just need someone to sit and play that clappy-hands game from my youth…
Also, at some point in the next 8 hours or so, I’ll update Sissy’s blog with the details of yesterday’s trip to wondervet. I am also getting down to the wire on entering the girls in Mango Minister…
Hope those of you off yesterday in the States are muddling through your little monday okay!