If It Ain’t One Thing, It’s Another

It’s always so much fun at the office!

FIRST, it was failed air conditioning (during the hottest week of the summer), which drove the interior temperature high enough that the boss decided to send everyone home.  That happened twice.

THEN, it was rats in the parking lot.  The rats seem to be gone now.  Either they’re all lying in a pile after suffering death by poisoned peanut butter, or they decided to try their luck at a more amicable building site.  I never did get a decent picture of the little beasts.

NEXT, it was a seriously flooded basement in the office building.  Fortunately, none of our files were damaged, but when I went downstairs to assess the damage, I could see water marks in the other rooms – some marks as high as two feet!  Workers were down there for a week or more removing damaged items, tearing out walls, and doing whatever else was required.  The noise got pretty bad at times, and I had to shut my office door in order to think.

By the end of that week, I figured the work would probably finish up on Friday, my day off.  I went home on Thursday and enjoyed my weekend.

AND THEN –

Come Monday morning, I was first to arrive at the office, and found this in the driveway:

Since there was no accompanying police tape, there had been no news stories of a murder or other death near my office, and the drawing seemed just a bit too short to be the outline of an actual person, I assumed it was a practical joke by one of the basement workers.  But I admit, the first sight of that drawing was a little jarring – and the feeling was further borne out when my boss arrived, followed soon thereafter by a client.  My boss took it in stride, but the client seemed to view it a little more seriously than anyone else.  I’m not sure our reassurances sufficed.

It rained again yesterday, and the drawing is gone. I kind of miss it.

Although personally, I think it would have been funnier had the prankster drawn a giant dead rat instead.

Happy Friday, Folks!

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Just When I Was Getting the Hang of It (Sort of)

Friday was approaching, and I wanted a head start on my weekly post.

The story was drafted, all I needed to do was add the photos.  Such lovely photos they were, too, from the previous week’s stroll through Walton Woods Park.

I plugged the USB cord into the camera and the computer and waited.

Nothing.

Hm, maybe I plugged it in wrong?  The connection to the camera was fine, but the plug into the computer was stuck.  I pulled it out, checked the orientation, and pushed it back in – and it got stuck.  When I pulled it out again, I noticed the plug end didn’t look quite right, and now the computer port also didn’t look quite right.

Fortunately, I have 3 other USB ports on that computer, but I was afraid to try any of them with this particular cord.  I have other USB cords, and tried all of them with the camera.  None of them worked.

Bad enough that I couldn’t transfer the photos, but without a usable cord, I also couldn’t charge the camera battery!

I found a replacement cord on Amazon, and ordered it, but it would take 2 weeks to arrive, and I needed those photos now!

Teddy Rosalie examining the new camera back in March.

On my lunch hour the next day, I drove to the camera shop where I had purchased my Nikon B700 and bought a new USB cord.  I could hardly wait to get home and start uploading those photos!

But guess what – and I’m sure you did guess – the cord didn’t work.  Sure, it fit both the camera and the computer, but nothing happened.

So, come Friday morning, instead of sipping my coffee while reading all those wonderful comments on my newest entertaining post, I found myself in the car heading back to the camera shop, hopefully to exchange USB cords.  They didn’t have the exact one to fit my particular camera, but did gladly refund my money.  I asked if there was any way to be sure the problem was with the cord, and not the camera, and the shop clerk said the correct cord would be needed in order to determine if the camera was defective.  He suggested I might find the right cord at Best Buy.

The camera shop is in Buffalo, and Best Buy is in Amherst – about a 20 minute drive.  But what the heck, I had already driven 20 minutes from Cheektowaga to Buffalo, so what’s a little more driving?

The clerk at Best Buy helped me pick out what he said was the appropriate cord.  I had my camera with me and asked him to please make sure the cord would, in fact, work so I wouldn’t have to come back later.  While I suspect he thought I was a dotty old lady, he quite willingly did as I asked – only to discover that this cord also did nothing.  The clerk indicated he thought it was a problem with the camera itself and that I should contact Nikon.

Back out in my car, I called the camera store and explained what had just happened.  I reminded them that I had bought the camera there and that it was still under the one-year manufacturer’s warranty.  The store manager verified that they do camera repairs, but stated he would probably have to send the camera to Nikon.  I was ok with that.

Another 20 minutes to drive from Amherst back to Buffalo.  Please understand that on a Friday afternoon, Western New York drivers are not as polite as on other days – which means, never.  Traffic was the usual bitch.

Anyway.

My 6-month-old Nikon B700 is now in the process of going back to Nikon for warranty repairs.  The camera shop manager was diligent in removing and handing me the memory card so my photos wouldn’t be lost.

Oops.  Almost forgot about those!  How could I transfer them without the camera?  When asked, the camera manager told me they were out of stock for  memory card readers.

Damn.

Another 20 minutes to drive from Buffalo to Amherst to buy the memory card reader at Best Buy.  It was the same clerk, and he found the whole thing a bit amusing.

Then, finally, heading home to Cheektowaga – another 20 minutes through pre-rush hour traffic.  I still hadn’t done any of my usual Friday chores, so I opted to go straight home and not pick up early dinner at Burger King like I often do on Fridays. (Keep your comments to yourselves, people.  I happen to like Burger King occasionally.)

It was very late afternoon, but I knew I had to get those photos uploaded in order to publish that post.  And I had to edit those photos.  My work was cut out for me.

Success!  You all read that post, “Into the Woods Again“, but none of you knew what I had to go through to publish it.  Now you do, and I hope you all appreciate the effort.

It’s old, but it still works.

I’m now back to using the old Olympus click-and-shoot that I started out with.  I suspect the photo quality will be pretty much the same, considering the skill (or lack thereof) of the photographer, but I’ll do my best.

 

As luck would have it, Amazon shipped the replacement Nikon cord on a rush basis.  It should arrive by Monday.  So now I’ll have the right USB cord, but no camera to plug it into.  Ugh!

Such is the life of a blogger/photographer.  No one ever said it would be easy.

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Into the Woods Again

It was Friday, my usual day off.  My normal weekly post was already published (yay for me).  Since I had pre-scheduled that post, I slept in and so was fairly well-rested.  The weather was decent – a little overcast, comfortably cool for mid-August. I was in need of my preferred reading material – REAL books, with PAPER pages I could turn to enhance the reading experience.

The library branch I normally visit is closed on Fridays, and was inaccessible due to road construction so waiting until Saturday for that branch was not an option.

I gathered up my driver’s license, insurance card (never leave home without it!), library card and camera (the “good” one, just in case) and headed off to the Audubon library branch.  After choosing my new reads, I decided to take another stroll through the adjoining Walton Woods Park (did you really think I’d need a camera at the library itself?).

This time, I turned right inside the park entrance.  The right pathway is a little more woodsy, as the left pathway opens up to the back of nearby residences.  Both paths circle the man-made lake.

I searched for frogs (just missed one – damn my reflexes!).  I looked for fish (none, but they may have been scared away by several people fishing along the edge of the lake).  I took photos of the path and greenery from whatever angle seemed attractive.

At the end of the lake, the path forked – one side circled around the lake, the other continued on towards who knew where.  I decided to walk away from the lake for a change.  I knew eventually there would be some houses or businesses, the park isn’t all that big.

Imagine my surprise when I saw this sign pointing to an UNPAVED path:

Well, how could I resist?

I could hear animals in the trees (probably just squirrels, I thought) and could smell what definitely seemed like something dead somewhere further in.  Tempting as that was, I stayed on the path.

No animals evident, except for a number of leashed dogs with their owners.  Every dog wanted “pets,” and with the owners’ permission, I obliged.  We all went happily on our separate ways.

 

Deeper into the woods, I grew tired and decided to turn back. No danger of getting lost, the paths are very clear.  Once again on the paved pathway, I headed back towards the lake.

And that’s when I finally saw it – a fawn grazing for food right at the sign announcing the lake:

The fawn was obviously unafraid of people.  It simply looked at me and continued to graze.  I tried to inch closer, at which point it decided to stroll on back to mama and papa.  Apparently mama and papa were somewhere in the woods behind me, as the fawn began walking towards me through the woods and only about 10 feet away.  It and I kept eye contact as it moved casually on by, and played peekaboo for a few minutes:

Apparently, the fawn didn’t like my camera click because it then began sprinting past me.  (Or, maybe it didn’t like when I whispered [I thought], “Shhh.  Just stay still!”  Now, my camera does have a setting whereby I could take multiple shots of a moving object, but I don’t know how to use it yet.  The best I could manage was this blurry shot of a fleeing fawn.

I wish Amy Rose had been with me – that fawn would have stopped and posed for her!  Really!  If you haven’t seen Amy’s recent wildlife photos, check them out here and here.

Maybe the next time I go to Walton Woods, I’ll have another chance to photograph that deer.  Or maybe not.  In any event, I intend to try.

Enjoy your weekend, folks.  TGIF!

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Business As Snoozual

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Tippy Gnu's avatarChasing Unicorns

In yesterday’s post I hinted that some changes were in the works for Chasing Unicorns. Yessirree there are. Because I’m not a business-as-usual kind of guy. Nosirree.

But I hope I didn’t leave you with the wrong impression about me. I do like change, this is true. Change is wonderful. I love the refreshing novelty of doing something new. But what I don’t like is having to work hard to achieve change. That’s because I’m a business-as-snoozual kind of guy.

This is me, trying to dream up a new post.

I want to rest and relax and let other people achieve change for me. I want to enjoy all the neat, new things people provide. As long as they don’t disturb my nap. That would be anathema. (And you know what anathema means, don’t you Just Joan 42?)

They say the smartest people are the laziest. That’s because they come…

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