Kiddo/Ducky: Looks like Movie Maker was part of the XP SP2
package, so I already had it. Before I figured that out I went
to download it from a site, and my Avast went into overdrive
fighting off all kinds of spyware.
Got that cleaned up and then realized I already had the program..
Still need to figure the program out, but at least I've got a good
place to start. I'm a wizard with Lightroom, so hopefully this won't
take too long to learn.
Kevin: Gotchya..
Until I can get another pump
I'll just do all the classifying first, then sit down and relax by
the river while I feed the Cube all those tasty little golden morsels..
It's 0215 now, and I'm just waking up from 13 hrs. of good sleep.
Feel pretty good, and with sunrise just after 0500 I'm gonna take
off from here about 0430. It's been hot here (anything over 80º
is hot IMO), and at the moment in my shop (located in the garage)
it's 70º and 77% humidity, so it'll likely be a fairly miserable day
of hot, humid weather. Still, gonna try to get 3 or 4 hours of
work in before it gets too hot.
Question's been on my mind:
"How long before I have to completely
give this up?" Not a one of us wants to accept their mortality, and
the weaknesses of the human body. I'm stubborn as hell (just ask my
wife..lol) but there's a point where that just won't cut it any more. What
really chaps my arse is I'm only 54 (OK, I'll be 55 on the 10th), and my
mind and will just aren't ready to "lay down my sword" just yet.
The mountains, rivers, creeks and deserts have been "home" for me
all my life, and I just can't handle the thought of having to look at
it all, and then not be an interactive part of that natural environment.
Dylan Thomas understood the fire that burns within us, and he
knew of the frailty's of men as well..
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Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Whether it's months, or years from now...I ain't goin'
down easy, so if the Grim Reaper dares to show his
face he's got a shock coming...
Journals are a place to share even some serious thoughts,
and I apologize for the brief departure from all the positive
writing. I've always been called a "deep thinker", and sometimes
ya just gotta let some of it out. Young folks may not understand
it all, but that's OK...it's not something for you to be concerned
with for a long while. Time does march on, however, so live
every day as if it was your last!
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Battery's charging well, and I need to go put some chow
together to take along. Plenty of water is #1, cause in this
weather ya sweat like crazy and it don't take long to get
dehydrated.
I should be back home before noon, and hoping to clean
up some nice gold tonight!
hot 
