Ok. Help. I have reached the limits of my free Blogger picture space. Charming. A friend has told me she uses Flickr to upload photos. So my question to everyone else is this - what do you do? I seem to remember Vee talking about this a long time ago, and I merrily carried on my own way and didn't listen much because I had plenty of space. Oh, foolish me. I do not fancy paying a couple of dollars a month with all the resultant conversion costs which I don't want to think about because my head will hurt more. Why on earth can't we pay an annual fixed small sum? Maybe I will just start another blog on Wordpress or Typepad. Or think about finding out how to have my own domain. Because I do not want limits.
I want to be FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
So any suggestions and I will be so pleased, I may even try some. Mind you, I opened up Picasa and nearly had a heart attack when I saw it uploading everything on my computer. No! Stop it! So at 12.30 am I was googling how to stop it doing it and so, it appeared was half the universe because heaven knows there were a great many similar queries, and a great many frustrated people out there.
I like things to be the same. Life can change, but things? No. I need to be able to do things. Without thinking.
And while we are talking about "things" let me tell you that wireless printers are dead to me too. Bring back long dusty cables. My old printer had a cable. I clicked on print, and it whirred into life. Well, it may have creaked and groaned a bit, but it did get up to speed eventually, when it had ink in it. This new one? Hah. Click on "print". It stays silent and "offline". So after much uninstalling and re-installing by the resident geek, the son, it works. But only if you click "print" and then click on go off line and then unclick it again and then click on something else and I can tell you, its days are numbered. Bring back cables, I say. Dusty and long and a pain to shift around. But they worked. I will be hooking my printer up to something. It may be a flagpole.
We seem to be a trifle technologically challenged today. Put it down to the attic dust. David and I (well, David mostly) got the last of the boxes into the attic with some toys and bed slats, and sundry other things. The attic is now full, but the Christmas boxes (half the attic) are now in line next to the hole, so will be ready to be taken down once December rolls around. Other seasons have been banished to the far corners of the attic. I dream of organised rows of plastic boxes all labelled and easy to find. Not in this house, sadly. The boxes are plastic and that is about as far as we go at the moment.
And then I tried to fix his favourite Tshirts which are decades old too and in total disrepair. This was not a successful endeavour. Ripped holes under the arms - not along any seam, are not fixable and wearable. He can leave those here for when he comes home. The lab coat poppers - well, I used velcro instead. And wrecked 2 needles in the process. Tick another box. Not many left to tick now. Nor much time.