I write these always-humble words at the Cafe Central in downtown Kentville, Nova Scotia. Most of my readers are in the province, but some are not.
Anyway, in about 20 minutes, I'll be having lunch with my sister and the realtor handling the house sale. I won't write much more about that process as it will bore you.
My mother thrust a big list of things she wants done this weekend, at me when I walked through the door this morning. It is a good thing I am sipping a strong coffee as I will need my strength. She will have me going from early in the morning until late at night. I may be able to snag a few hours of sleep here and there between now and Sunday. But, just a few.
I offered up on freecyle this week, a bunch of old vhs movies and an old digital camera. Buddy came by the house last night to collect. I withheld the memory cards because I hadn't wiped them yet. I did that at Mom's this morning, and I'm glad I didn't bequeath them last evening. I found a lot of pictures on those cards. It's a safe bet that they already existed on my big desktop computer in my home office, but on the off chance that a few did not, I now have them on my netbook, where they will be uploaded to my dropbox and distributed to the various computers under my aegis.
To give you an idea how old the camera was, it was a 2.1 megapixel camera that was close to state-of-the-art for its day. It doesn't shoot video, with sound or not. There is no rapid shooting mode. And, it takes compact flash cards. The largest of those cards was 128MB. The smallest was 8MB. I'm not losing much, giving up that camera. Buddy will have to spend frig knows how much money obtaining a new proprietary battery for it, too. Good luck, my friend.
Time for lunch, and for the real fun to begin.