Herself: ¬¬¬¬Wrote a poem about getting my computer running.
Reading: Nothing today
Balance: Led last night at the Meeting by the Bay….”How it works.” Dressing up tonight to read the Traditions. Was awarded the Hoy award at my blogger Postcards site.
The Harbor Police had obviously done this mad crush of traffic before, and there was little delay getting the thousands of us gawkers off the tiny spit of land. We hitch hiked out, and we had no trouble getting home with no traffic to be seen.
This morning, when asked if I wanted something in a Windows popup, I carefully got confused and clicked No and No. After yelling a bit, G spent the day reinstalling everything back on my computer.
Herself: Managed to read the wrong stuff in front of 200 some folks. Perhaps they will point out what needs to be read next time….or perhaps they won’t invite me back. He he he he….
Reading: Nothing at the moment.
Balance: Something is working right.
Himself: “I woke at 0430, and thought, oh, I’ll just come back to bed a little longer.”
Herself: “Growling,” when waking at the time she usually leaves for swimming. So no swimming.
He can go to a thrift shop and to Jack in the Box while I am at my meeting. Why? I’m damned if the step of taking Grumpy to the body shop gets skipped just because we are two hours behind ourselves. I’ll bring a book. Home depot too. Not a call or reaction from them and we still wait….and wait….and wait. I’d like to get that project started, get moved out of the kitchen so we can move back in.
Rule number two for the spouse of an unemployed person, you don’t have to shackle them and make them march in lockstep until all the projects are done.
Rule number three, you are obviously not in control….do not take yourself so damned seriously.