Corn Plant Setback.

The corn plant suffered a setback today.  It sits under a window next to the front door and today my mother in law came over.  The dogs, seeing her walk up to the front door, got all excited and one of them jumped up into the plant’s pot.  The 4 inch tall shoot was broken off of the old buried piece of corn plant.

 

 

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Old Family Photographs and Memories

After collecting all the photographs taken by my grandfather, my parents, myself, my wife, our daughter, my in-laws and my “almost in-laws”, I have a “reservoir” of probably 20,000, maybe even 25,000 photographs to consider scanning.

Most are either Kodachrome slides or film negatives, both color as well as black and white and several ferrotypes and daguerreotypes in there too.  The daguerreotypes date back to the late 1850s and 1860s and are of people in US Civil War military uniforms.  So, the images span a time frame of more than 150 years.

 

For the project, I purchased an Epson V850 scanner, several cans of compressed air (to get the dust off of the film) and several boxes of the white cotton gloves (so I don’t damage the film with fingerprints).  It turns out that the local camera store had everything in stock and at the same price as “on the internet”, so I bought it locally.

I also purchased three 6TB USB drives.  My plan is to duplicate the contents on all the disks and keep one at my mother in law’s house.

There is no way I’m going to scan *all* of the images, so I’ve set up my grandfather’s light table and I’m just looking at the images so I can get a good idea of what I want to scan.  No matter what, I’m going to keep the originals in archival storage…so that I can go back and scan an image that I originally decided I didn’t want to scan…and so that if technology moves on and renders the USB drives unreadable, I’ll still have the images.

Thankfully my parents and grandparents kept detailed daily diaries and notes regarding the photographs, so I should be able to figure out the “who, what, when, where” and maybe even sometimes the “why” of the photographs.

Looking at the old family photos has brought me feelings of amazement, lots of memories, some discomfort and in the case of three images, tears.

It Lives

Back in March I posted that my 35 year old corn plant had died and that I threw it out.

Dracaena “Corn Plant” Post

What I did to “throw it out” was to dump out the soil from the planter and spread the soil out on the ground.

Today I was out in the back yard and I noticed a 2 inch (5cm) tall corn plant shoot coming up where I had dumped the old soil.  I got a new planter, filled it with new soil and very carefully made the transplant.

The root ball was small enough that I did not disturb any of the roots, so it should do just fine.  I sure hope so.

And the Ranger Laughed

My physician sent some orders to the medical testing lab and today I took care of that; 5 vials of blood and a “whiz quiz” (urinalysis).  I had to fast for these tests, so I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday evening and the earliest available appointment was 9:30am.  I would have liked to have been finished with this earlier, but that’s OK.  I’ll live. 🙂

I got home, ate some food, drank some water, did some yard work and then decided to go running.  It was 103F when I started.

After about 1-1/2 miles on the trail, I decided I’d turn around early and head back to the car.

On the way back to my car, I was sweating enough that I began to think, “If I collapse and die out here, will the medical examiner need to examine my bone structure to determine my gender?”  Farther along, I began to think of  “The Night of the King’s Castration”.

I made it back to the parking lot….looking like I had crawled out of a swamp and laughing out loud.

I guess looking like one had crawled out of a swamp and laughing out loud is enough to concern the park rangers.  As I walked to my car, a ranger approached me to find out if I was OK.  So, I told him why I was laughing.

And the ranger laughed, but not because he had to.

🙂

 

 

 

Even More Eye

Yesterday’s visit with the cornea surgeon went well.  The “divot” made in my eye is healing well and the doctor removed the bandage contact lens.  There was still a little bit of “rust ring” on my eyeball and this time, the doctor scraped it off with some other instrument (besides the burr) that was much less flinch inducing.

I have one more visit next Monday and I should be done with this.

The best news of all from yesterday’s visit is my vision is completely unaffected.  The next best news is that I CAN RUN again.

Between a head cold and my eye, I haven’t run in 3 weeks.  By the time I got home, it was windy, raining and time for me to start dinner.  So, I had to wait until this morning to run.  It felt good.  I was both pleased and surprised to find my pace was only slightly slower than before.  I don’t think it will take very long to get back to “normal”.

More Dad Pictures

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Here are some more pictures of my dad.  I remember him telling me about this one.  He said the day before he finished boot camp, everyone was marched “home” where they got cleaned up and then donned just the uniform blouse and cover for pictures.  They then put the uniform back into their foot locker and went back to training.   He said the next day was the first time they were allowed to wear the full uniform.

So, this picture was taken in October 1934 when he was 21 years old.  He started boot camp in March, but was held back for 3 months because of a severe arm infection.

 

 

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I’m guessing this picture was taken sometime in 1944.  He would have been 31 years old.

 

More eye

The cornea surgeon, after examining my eye, decided the best treatment would be to numb my eye and use a burr to remove the remaining debris laden cornea tissue.  He did call it a burr and explained that burrs remove things by the process of abrasion.

Ouch…despite the eye drops that supposedly numb the eye.

The good news is that I should suffer no degradation to my vision.

Next Tuesday, I go back to the doctor and he will hopefully remove the contact lens.  He doesn’t want me running until the “bandage” (a special contact lens) has been removed due to dust and possibly getting sweat in my eye…..and…I….hate…just…sitting…here.