Gently mauled by a loving mutt
Time to sort the photo library. I’ve been remiss, the last couple of years, and now the collection is split into several repositories. Out of sight, out of mind; until I want to show a particular image to someone else, and can’t figure out why I’m unable to find what my mind sees.
We went to visit the neighbours, this afternoon. Came armed with floor plans and location maps and what should have been a clear idea of how things will be. Until… well, see the opening paragraph. Soon, maybe tomorrow, I’m going to have to put the various .jpg files into a central location and sort vigorously. If I want to set up multiple libraries after the fact, so be it.
We received similar advice, today, to that we had been given elsewhere. Concentrate on moving, and then putting the house on sale. Worry about corrective measures when we can see from corner to corner. A potential new owner will have their own wants, and could well end up removing any new features we would put in place. Wasted time, effort and money. If a buyer wants new, let him seek out the new market. This is a gently used home, and we’re still here.
The visit involved a lot of love – from a large, very social dog. You may know the kind. Your wrist needs to be massaged by oversized jaws. You need a huge hairy head in your lap. Your buttons (particularly cuff-mounted models) are fair game. A marked contrast to the hairy sleeper at our house, who has never figured out that we might enjoy more attention.
