Noname Creek

It's almost year's end and I still have file cases full of photographic negatives and transparencies to edit. This morning I finally awoke to discover my desk and desktop were also buried in photo cds. Then there are all the electronic files in my former workroom.

This photo management project has not been an easy nut to crack. I've been avoiding the job for 50 years. The problem? I only seem to understand creative naming and filing. And I'm lazy. So, who knows where specific pictures are located and what are they named?

Poppi Popsalotaus

I have long recognized file management as a major life problem without a hint or hope for resolution. Until today...  Today I decided to think differently about this problem and any need of a firm hand to control. 

This problem has now been renamed Noname Creek, a tributary of the Photographic River. And I have decided to jump into the creek only to recreate and then only where most convenient and when it feels best. Solution attained.

I love my cat like Egyptian Pharaohs loved the feline protectors of their souls.

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Confrontation with a Feline

I barely caught Popi wearing Pam's pearls.

"Mine," she said, "They're mine!"

You can't reason with a stubborn Bengal.

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Man Blames Cat for Porno

It was a short article. A space filler really. But it jumped out at me from the Sunday newspaper. From Stuart, Florida, the headline read: Man blames cat for more images.

Keith Griffin told sheriff's investigators that 90 child pornography images downloaded onto his computer when his cat jumped on his keyboard while he was downloading music. I asked my cat, Popi, if that claim was possibly true.

Popi laughed. "Of course, it could have happened that way," she said. "Tabbies are notorious troublemakers. I once knew a Tabby who wrote D.O.S. with her hind quarters. She hacked her way into the Pentagon simply because she smelled a rat."

The Indian Subcontinent

It's raining again today in southwest Florida. That's good; it's about time. I planted several Crape-Mertyls in the front yard about five years ago and finally they are getting healthy. The blossoms were irresistable this morning. This moment was recorded before I discovered these trees are native to the Indian subcontinent. How did they get here?

The Indian Subcontinent? What else around this place is from that distant part of the world?

Of course, there is our favorite kitty, Popi. Popi is a Bengal breed of feline. The myth is that her breed is 4 generations removed from the mating of a Bengal Tiger with a domestic house cat. I choose to believe that; she is a terrific mouser.

Of course, she's not chasing mice at the moment above. She is doing what many of Pam's quilting friends report about their cats: she is claiming a nest, spreading her scent, and endearing herself to the sewing lady. She's also halting progress on Pam's latest project, but that's what cats do.

At this moment I believe she's lamenting the departure of her recent caretaking companions, Sarah and Kim. I won't say they spoiled Popi, but I would guess I'm not as much fun any more.