Monday Mumblings takes a three day weekend (gasp!)
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Paul took Friday off, and so did I. It was good.
We went out to the Fillmore for lunch and then went to the bookstore and spent way too much money. Again, it was good.
Friday afternoon my invitation to App Inventor arrived. Yes, I can now create Android apps! The platform is limited, but I'm learning. If I ever get something good going, I'll share it.
Sunday we picked up our Christmas present - a dedicated film scanner. It's not a high-end model, but it gets the job done. The idea is that we can get the stuff scanned initially, then go back and redo promising pictures on the Epson scanner. I've come to the conclusion that I took a LOT of crappy 35mm pictures. Well, yes, sometimes you do have to shot 70 or 100 pictures to get one good picture.Yet, I expected better from bog standard vacation snaps. It's probably just the quality of the deteriorating negatives. Yeah. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it!
Today I got some writing done - after I had my eyes examined. No, one didn't lead to another.
The exam was this morning. I walked in, they had me pull the contacts out, and I wandered around, bumping into expensive machinery. Eventually, I had a retinal scan test done. The doc has been watching some spots for a couple of years, and has come to the conclusion that they're probably scarring from a childhood disease. That's good, because the alternative is too scary to contemplate. But the news got better: This is the first year I've been able to read the 20/20 line on the eye chart - with correction. Not bad for a woman my age with sonar-assisted prescriptive eye wear. Meet the new contact lens prescription, same as the old one. I can handle that.
Then I came home started laundry, made a pot of tea, uncovered the Remington Noiseless typewriter, and got to work and that paranormal that's been brewing on the back burner for a while. In between bouts of wrestling with the mechanics of the machine, I got 2.5 pages in. And hey, they're quality pages. Or will be, once I sort through the typos.
Working on a typewriter makes for a good change. I can't type as fast - particularly on an old manual machine - which forces me to slow down and think about that ink I'm committing to paper. Part of my process is typing in a new draft from a printout, so this isn't entirely different. We'll see how long I can keep this up.
It's late, and I'm off to bed to attack the aforementioned book haul.
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