But hark! I had a rescuer! In the form of Hubby's
( Why yes, we did pay him in beer while he fixed the BLANK SCREEN OF DEATH THAT EATS PICTURES.)
And Eldest? Just may have found his soul mate. A little girl who plays baseball, jumps on the trampoline in the rain, isn't afraid of getting muddy, and loves Nintendo! (Sounds like a personal ad for a 7 year old, doesn't it?) He was smitten. And proceeded to talk about her all night after they had gone.
And my photos? All back! Except...I have a LOT of work to do. Moving files. Renaming files. Organizing files.
My Rescuer firmly suggested that we get a new hard drive AND more memory. So that is in the works.
PHEW! Crisis averted.
But more importantly, lesson learned.