Actually, I have a perfectly good camera that takes very nice photos. The problem that I just discovered is that it suddenly refuses to communicate with my computer. WTF? Sometimes when I connect them -- the same as I have been connecting them for a couple years -- the computer recognizes the camera and the fact that it has 52 (52!) photos on the memory card. Other times, like now, it simply ignores the camera's existence.
Well, I figured that one out. It seems that one port on my newish 7-port USB hub was bad. Such are the risks of buying cheap electronics from Hong Kong on eBay.
Now that I have photos I can catch you up on what's been happening in The Land Of The Kat™
This was the Tuesday of World-Wide Knit In Public Day, which as we all know lasted for a week this year. Dinner was consumed at a nifty little outdoor cafe across the street from the LYS (owner, who organized this get-together, at far right) and knitting happened.
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This is what can happen when a small city (pop. 2,133) has a volunteer fire department many of whose members work at jobs 20+ miles away.
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The annual Fisherman's Party happened in my little hamlet. The library Friends organized its annual book sale, an event eagerly anticipated by the frugal readers of the village.
We initially had seven banquet tables and two double-sided library carts of books for sale, plus many more boxfuls under the tables.
By the end of the sale all the boxes were empty, we could give the carts back to the librarian, and the remaining books fit on two or three tables. When you sell hardcovers and videos for a buck, DVDs for three bucks, and paperbacks and all kids' books for 25¢, they fly out the door. Plus, for the last two hours we said, Buy a bag for a buck! and they flew out the door even faster.
Our village queen is a reader, yay!
Main Street was the setting for a tractor show (Saturday)...
...and a classic car show (Sunday).
Re: those last two photos. It is humbling when the hot cars of one's youth become classics, even as their admirers become merely old.
There was the annual Medallion Hunt. The librarian was tapped to hide the medallion and write the clues, which were posted one each hour until the medallion was found (please ignore the dreadful reflection in the window).
Ice cream in the park...
...and the Boy Scouts sold cotton candy.
Hard to tell who was having more fun, the kids eating the cotton candy or the Scout making it.
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There you have it, the past few weeks. This week the weather is unbearably hot, 100 degrees or so, and today Smokey and I forewent the annual boat parade and pot luck picnic on our lake for the shelter of our air-conditioned bedroom. A couple days ago the electricity went off for 55 minutes and I whined non-stop until it came back on. Those of you in the Washington, DC area have my sympathies. You have it much worse.
One of these days I'll catch you up on my knitting. Please curb your enthusiasm.