Today Scamp convinced me it would be a good idea to go out early and grab some photos while the sun was shining. That sounded like a plan.
I wore my boots, because it was going to be mucky out there. It was a bit wet underfoot, but there were some interesting cloud shapes and also some blue sky and some glorious sunshine. I took a quite a few photos with the A6500 and the Pentax 50mm while I walked round the pond. It’s a new steep learning curve, taking photos without autofocus and without really being sure your aperture setting is what you think it is. I don’t know how I managed before digital. At the halfway point I found an empty can of Irn Bru sitting on the wooden seat that appeared a couple of years ago, probably more, actually. I took a few shots with the Pentax and then swapped the combo to the A7 and my 16-35mm lens. Sitting there I had a good view over the pond to the pines behind and that, not the Irn Bru can, made PoD.
As I was walking back the clouds got heavier, the blue skies less and the sunshine almost gone. I’d got my photos and as I was walking home I could feel the first spits and spots of rain.
Back home it was lunch time and I tested out a packet of sausages I’d bought in Waitrose. They were boggin’. I could smell the preservative from them and the skins were thick and rubbery. I survived them, but the remainder went in the food bin. Now I know why they were half price! Then the rain that had threatened did appear and it was heavy for a while.
Decided I’d finish off the photos I’d started to process and then saw that there were no folders or files on the desktop. Usually a quick restart fixes things like that, but not today. I began to think that I’d been hacked. The folders had gone. They weren’t simple hidden. Everything else was as normal and I couldn’t understand it. Then I remembered I’d been messing about with Hazel, not you Hazy, but Hazel the app. I checked and there was the culprit. It had tried to backup the entire contents of the desktop to the NAS drive. Thankfully I make an automatic backup every week to a removable drive and managed to get everything (and more) back from last week’s backup. We had a quick practise later in the afternoon and it was a shambles. I seem to have forgotten everything overnight. Too much computer nonsense in my head.
By then I’d scoffed dinner and Scamp was ready to go dancin’. At the hall, I think I was still trying to process exactly what had gone wrong and wondering if some of the folders were recoverable from the NAS, so that’s my excuse for not being able to put a foot right all night. With that said, in the few glances I had at the other couples, we were actually doing not too bad. We did manage to finish the routine almost perfectly a couple of times.
Drove home and after reassuring myself that it was ‘Pilot Error’, we had another practise for the tea dance tomorrow. This time I listened to Scamp, remembered what teacher Kirsty had said and concentrated on where my left foot and my right were going. I think we might be ok for tomorrow.
Only plan for tomorrow is to go to the tea dance and introduce them to Kirsty’s Waltz. That’s the plan. Whether it comes to fruition or not is a different matter.