After 12 hours of searching, I found the manor house. And for only one reason. I still don’t recognize the street names. The house had a name of its own although I’ve forgotten that, too. … [continued]
The documentation of my family history would be perfect if it wasn’t for the problem of sharing files with my family.
The stress goes on and on and doesn’t show any visible signs of lessening from year to year. I dread computer-talk with my family. I would almost rather eat nails. Obviously, they don’t read my blog because I’m like Chinese Water Torture. Drip, drip and they’d get it eventually. … [continued]
Here’s a simple Christmas tip because the panic is on and it’s only going to get worse. I plan to do this myself. … [continued]
My ignorance is humiliating me again. Here’s a few new photo odds & ends. … [continued]
Needless to say, my personal GPS co-ordinates are a little fuzzy these days. It’s now been over three months since my computer crashed, i.e. since life was hunkered down in a predictable groove. The temperature was about 75 F and I wasn’t wearing undershirts yet. … [continued]