Crabby Monday - the day after we get home

Last Edit September 23, 1999

Crabby Monday is necessary the day after we get back from Toronto because I was in no condition to get to work, or anything else.
My son went to college.
I got him there.
But my head hurt so badly that I went back home.
I realized I was dangerous on the road.
I was not fully functional.
Need sleep.
I e-mailed myself out on FTO (flexible time off).
Had the plane landed on time it had been a maybe.
But not.
I hung up my clothes.
I empty suitcases. One by one.
I wore all but the pretty blue evening dress and jacket.
And I never saw the gym or the pool.
I pile up laundry. More.
I feed the animals.
I retrieve the rest of the computer from the various bags.
The portable printer - never used.
The battery charger and the two extra notebook computer batteries - not needed as they provided power to me.
I installed my scanner.
Ha!
I scan Troy.
Oh yes.
That picture! (Good going Nina!)
My cover model.
Well, the tall blonde one doesn't pose anymore.
And I need a cover.
For Jettison.
And Troy is very personable. A very nice young man.
I have begun the initial negotiations of hiring him and setting up a photo shoot.
I have no idea what I am doing - but I am sure it will come to me.
Need a business plan.
While mulling about this, I scan about 15 photos. Troy, of course.
Painless activity.
I make him a web page on my site (he has one coming elsewhere - I will link to it).
I put notices on the web - we will get the photos up ASAP.
I begin sorting film.
My son is retrieved at 3PM from college and he staggers around eating a bit.
I have a beer (1/2 of one) and finally crash at about 5PM.
Talk about being wound up!
I sleep.
For 2 hours.
The phone rings.
Crab call.
We are a small group.
But I must go so I can discuss how to get the low res. index sheets up onto the web. There is a problem since they cut the film.
Scanner - ugh! Not one at a time!
Dan suggests putting the photos on a white board and using the digital camera.
1104 photos! 6 at a time! 184 shots!
OR go to the SF store and stand there and let them make contact sheets.
OR send the film out from Ritz.
(Never happen) (Maybe)
Or, buy the film scanner I've been pricing.
Get thumbnail software.
Get serious.
I need a mail-order license.
My son does too.
What have we wrought!?
By the end of dinner, I have to nag my son to shuck the crab claws for the cats - the other meat being too rich. We know because Ranger promptly threw up when he ate it last time. Little Bit has a cast-iron stomach.
We are sleepy now.
But I have carried the photos (me, the tramp, Cinderella and of course, the blow up of Troy dropping his shirt......)
The ladies at Red Lobster agree.
Nice.
We'll take one please!