Shit! Yes, le camera ce mort..."lens error" when first turned on. I feel blind. I cannot see thru my camera anymore, like I lost the eye of the cyclopse and am now falling into the abyss. I first didn't believe it, how could this high tech all metal wonder the Nikon Coolpix S10 be so very sick. The message "lens error" was indicated in the manual as needing the services of a Nikon approved service center. I changed the battery. I changed the SD memory card. I removed and reinserted the battery a thousand times. I froze the camera. I heated it up. Wirrrrr and then "lens error". Shit. So now to replace it. I only want IT, I bought accessories, a lens cap, 2 spare batteries and several SD cards. Shit. So onto eBay to find how few people will or CAN ship to France from the US of A. Too difficult I guess. Too risky for a perpetually scared public. Oh well. I MUST have another. After reading about "lens error" I've discovered that many other cameras Nikon, Olympus, Canon etc. etc. there MUST be a thousand makes and more models than you can shake a stick at. I only WANT this one. Heck.
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Off to an auction this afternoon with Raj and Ann...should be great fun poking around and gawking at stuff.
H
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
A Berrichon Kitchen
I have been busy. Very busy. Painting a faux tile floor over the old grey concrete that coverred 1/2 the kitchen floor. Then plumbed in the first water line that ever graced the room itself, be it a kitchen or not. Then built a berrichon-like 6 legged table to set the big double ceramic sink on (tres cher...very expensive!) then plumbed in the 10 liter hot water heater in the old abandonned sink location beside the window. Plumbed in the sink and new drain outlet thru the old rock wall.
All of this AND builtin the cooktop on a table and installed the propper gas setup to let it function on propane, it being from California and only known to run on Natural gas. It's all been wonderful to do and fun to see the results but it has been non stop work for the last three plus weeks. I defrosted the freezer this morning and we went to the brocante in St. Aout (Sant-too) before the horse races this afternoon with our Brit friends. They have fixed a picnic and we are taking three bottles of the finest 85 cent sparkling wine to wash it all down with. The day is overcast with occassional blue patches to give hope for a ray of sunshine in this perpetual spring. Zuchinni are popping out of the now huge Zucco plants, I try to keep inventory so we don't get deluged with uneaten ones that grow ever bigger each second. My toatoes have fared poorly, first it was the wilt which decimated nearly every plant thanks to the overly wet days and nights. Then the fruit sits there green and refuses to ripen even a little bit. They won't be worth eating raw ever but maybe I can coax them into a sauce that'll be ok. We will see.
The noisy neighbors kept up the weed whipping all yesterday afternoon, so if it isn't that damned noisemaker it's the son and his damnable motorbike racing too and from down th narrow streets of our village. Where's a slightly drunken tractor operator when you need one?
All of this AND builtin the cooktop on a table and installed the propper gas setup to let it function on propane, it being from California and only known to run on Natural gas. It's all been wonderful to do and fun to see the results but it has been non stop work for the last three plus weeks. I defrosted the freezer this morning and we went to the brocante in St. Aout (Sant-too) before the horse races this afternoon with our Brit friends. They have fixed a picnic and we are taking three bottles of the finest 85 cent sparkling wine to wash it all down with. The day is overcast with occassional blue patches to give hope for a ray of sunshine in this perpetual spring. Zuchinni are popping out of the now huge Zucco plants, I try to keep inventory so we don't get deluged with uneaten ones that grow ever bigger each second. My toatoes have fared poorly, first it was the wilt which decimated nearly every plant thanks to the overly wet days and nights. Then the fruit sits there green and refuses to ripen even a little bit. They won't be worth eating raw ever but maybe I can coax them into a sauce that'll be ok. We will see.
The noisy neighbors kept up the weed whipping all yesterday afternoon, so if it isn't that damned noisemaker it's the son and his damnable motorbike racing too and from down th narrow streets of our village. Where's a slightly drunken tractor operator when you need one?
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