Labels, labels, labels
Saying for the day: For lack of a label the kingdom was lost.
When I was in my first parsonage I took movies.
I wanted to use some of the movies from our first parsonage Christmas on this blog.
The problem is that those movies are in 8mm and not on video tape.
I need to send them to a company that will transfer them to a DVD.
I stand ready to do that but there was a problem.
The boxes with the movies were stored somewhere in my son's garage, in boxes that were not clearly labeled.
So Peter had a hard time finding them.
But he did and he brought them here and I rejoiced.
In two boxes are pictures of long dead relatives, of Christmas's past, of my children's childhood.
Pictures I want to share.
So I opened the treasure boxes and discovered reel after reel of 200 feet of film.
They were all nicely spliced.
The only problem is they have no labels.
I have no idea of what is on which reel.
Labeling is one of those things I was going to do when I got a round to it.
Now in Crystal Falls, where the projector is, this would be no problem.
I would slip the movie in the projector and run a few feet then I would know what it was.
But the projector is in Crystal Falls ( not Pigeon Falls) and we are in Neenah.
I am sitting on a gold mine of images and I have nothing to mine them with.
There are far too many and I am very much too poor to send them all in to be converted.
So I sit here frustrated and unhappy because long ago I didn't take the five minutes I would have needed to label each reel as I finished it.
I feel so stupid.
Label , label, label or you will be sorry.
News from Pigeon Falls– The little town in my garage where the trains still run and the US army is in control– This is Day Four of what Mrs. Trumble is calling the” occupation“. Nobody from the town has been to the outside world and nobody from the outside world has been to the town since the “ occupation” began.
Petrovich is staying home since some people are blaming him for all of this. When Nancy asked him if he had anything to do with this he said “ Do I look like a shaman priest that I can make things happen? I just read the prophecy that’s all. I just read the prophecy”. Nancy figures it would take more than a shaman priest to get the army involved. Something else has to be going on.
Yesterday Eino met Tommy at the storage shed for the railroad’s speeder. It is at the end of an unused siding. Dr. Fortress left it there when they were working on the trestle at crippled creek. Eino and Tommy broke the lock on the shed and then Eino got the speeder started. Then they headed for Iron Mountain through the Crippled Creek pass. It took about fifteen minutes to reach the pass and they figured to be in Iron Mountain by early afternoon. Coming out of the pass , however, they made two discoveries. First the trestles and tracks were gone, vanished. Second in the distance they could see something they could not believe and should not be able to see. They rode the speeder back in silence. By late in the evening they were back in their respective homes both shaken by what they had seen.
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It was a good day. I finally added to my links , The Old Fart. Jan, and Happy and Blue2. I fixed Josie's link. I did some blog visiting. We got the last of the Christmas cards out and three packages. Then we went shopping and bought nothing . This does not help our Christmas gift situation. We are just doomed to fail this year. Now I need a breathing treatment.