Scannable

At last! I got the scanner working again. (And made this card today, the first in a long time, I'm afraid.) Since the reinstallation of Windows 98, I've been able to scan but the pictures would not appear on the scanner software desktop like they used to. I thought it was maybe putting them somewhere else but I searched all over and couldn't find them. So I uninstalled and reinstalled the software - and it works! I have no idea what's different because at no point did it ask me where to scan the pictures to. I'm just happy to at least have this function back.

I use a Brother Multi-Function Center machine - fax, copier, printer, scanner, all in one. Steve picked it as a prize for a work anniversary gift or something - and gave it to me because he's so kind. It has a place to plug in the CF card from my camera so I thought I maybe had a work-around for the computer no longer recognizing the camera, but I can't get that part to work either! I'll have to dig a little deeper and see if I can figure that out.

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Enough of this techno-talk for a while.

Today was my last working shift at Celebration Gifts. I don't feel anything - not sad, not happy, nothing. I guess I've already processed that stuff so this was just a technicality, getting the working out of the way. A week from today, Steve and Simon will go with me to the store after closing, to pick up my stuff. That card rack appears to be pretty heavy so I want them to lift it into Steve's Explorer - hope it fits. Suppose I should measure that before the big day, eh?

My check for last week was laughably small (another thing I blamed my blues on) but I sold quite a bit of stuff this past week. Last weekend, I put up signs that said, "Last 2 Weeks, 40% Discount". (The two previous weeks, I offered a 25% discount.) I'm not going any lower than that. And as I said, I took my handcrafted cards out of there before I put any of the wholesale product on sale.

I worked with one of the new vendors today. She's very nice and has nice product, nicely displayed. MJ and Maria both came in to do stuff. It felt like they came in to say good-bye but they didn't, of course, because they didn't know I'd be there. Still the timing was nice. I'll stay in touch with them. In fact, I'm working in MJ's booth on the Saturday of Canal Days, with her husband, while she works at Celebration Gifts. Should be fun and she's paying me. That's the first weekend in June.

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Remember the other day I said 2 of the books on my hold list at the library were available at the same time? I hadn't finished my current book, plus two stamping magazines arrived in the mail about the same time. I went to the library on Friday to pick up the two - which had turned into 3! So tonight Steve and I are having a "reading date" instead of watching a movie so I'll probably finish my book. I've decided the order of reading the books, based on how many people are waiting for them, based on how long it took me to get them.

Simple Living, One Couple's Search for a Better Life, by Frank Levering & Wanda Urbanska. This is the one I'll finish tonight. I'd give it a 7 or 8, on a scale of 1-10.

The Unmistakable Touch of Grace, which is Cheryl Richardson's new book.

Sight Hound, a Novel - Pam Houston's new book.

Invisible Acts of Power, Personal Choices that Create Miracles - by Caroline Myss, recommended by Gretchen.

And I borrowed a book on CD, The Lake House, by James Patterson. I don't usually listen to scary books but it's the only thing I saw that looked interesting on the shelf and sometimes change is good. I loved listening to Silence of the Lambs, for instance. (Wow, James Patterson has written a shitload of books, according to Amazon.)

All in all, not a bad day, especially considering how I've been feeling lately. Still not much of a voice though. Mary, I bought Remifemin today and I see it takes weeks to take effect. But I'm fairly sensitive to drugs, I think so maybe it won't be so long for me. And I tell ya, I feel better just knowing I have something to blame those stupid blues on. Oh - and I had a good cry on Steve's shoulder, literally, before I went to the store this morning. That's always carthartic.