All of a sudden I'm able to figure out Picassa picture software and the program that came with my camera. Between the 3 different photo editors I have, I will be able to do anything I want with my pictures. Things like collages, and slide shows, and movies, and and and I don't know what all else. Point being... it's all crystal clear in my mind, where before I've tried to understand/use them and it was hopeless. This is awesome, yes, but it is not without a feeling of trepidation. (See, that novel business is helping. I've NEVER used 'trepidation' before). Trepidation because tomorrow it's highly likely that I'll go to the photo editors and have no clue again. I've also notice a couple of buttons on this very screen as I type this post on TypePad. Seems I can put in quotation and parenthesis with the touch of a button. Hmmm. Imagine that. Since I tend to use them alot, this will be very handy. I can also insert an email link. Whatever that is. I shall try it right now. Go on. Try it. Good grief, I can also insert a file. Now why would I want to do that? My files are messy.
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Feeling/sensation? has returned to my left hand. As I was playing Pinochle with the ladies, I noticed my hands were handling the cards quite well. I had my camera around my neck, because one of the tricks of photography is to wear your camera so that the people around you get so used to it that eventually they won't notice when you're taking a picture of them. As I was waiting the 3 years it takes for one lady to bid or pass, my left hand was fondling my camera. I felt a strange button, looked down to see, and sure enough, it's a button I've never noticed before. Then I realized... my god, I could FEEL my camera! Awesome. But again, as I stated above, trepidation. But in the meantime, I need to go feel up the furry thing the dogs sleep on cause it looks like it's very soft.
Do they live in the lap of luxury or what?
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Muttin is trying to get me in trouble. Because the dear dogs love the window sill access to the out of doors...
...they take full advantage of it by going in and out 700 time s a day. This is probably not okay with the landlady. However, it's just too fun to quit, and she hasn't caught me yet. Plus I AM the Poopie Police for the whole place, so she oughta cut me some slack.
But Mutton seems to be hell bent on telling on me, by ...
... sitting pretty in the MIDDLE of the damn courtyard. Where EVERYBODY can see her. And everybody can then tell the landlady that Shadow doesn't seem to be outside, accompanying her dogs, which is one of the RULES. Cause how can I pick up poopies if I'm not out there watching. Never mind that they've been going behind the garden, which is the have at it poop zone and doesn't have to be picked up.
Why do I think she's deliberately doing this? Because she just never sits pretty anywhere else. If I was outside with her, she'd be cruising the edges on the bark, scoping out the cat shit situation. She is also taunting me, by looking at me the whole time. I see the tone in her look and it's not pretty. I'm telling you - she's too smart and she makes me nervous. Should I get really MS'y again, she'd run circles around me, both physically and mentally. She could gain some redemption points if she'd allow herself to be trained as a service dog, but no. She's picked up the cell phone for me several times, disguised as a fun game. But as soon as she heard me tell someone that if I can train her to do one thing that would be helpful to me (numb hands = Muttin picks up cell phone, tape recorder, keys, knives, etc) she would quality as a service dog. I'd buy her the vest, and she'd be allowed to go on the MUNI buses in San Francisco. My goal to cover San Francisco by bus and foot would be realized. Jeffrey would be allowed also, because he'd be wearing a 'In Training" vest.
After she heard about my plan to use her as a service dog, she left me a bitter Post-It Note on her water dish, accusing me of "using her". There's not much I can do to make it better, because... she's right. And I get a proud pleasure feeling from it... when it happens. Which it doesn't anymore. Cause she's a bitch that way.
And Jeffrey? He's a doll...
...he's being discreet. You can see him in between the second set of bushes.
I heart Jeffrey...
... because Jeffrey has a heart.
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