Himself: Swam, looked for work, washed the sofa, took my computer in and fielded calls, dinner at Corvette Diner approved of by “Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives.”
Herself: Ditto plus worked books at the Cancer Society. Nothing on the quilt. Picked up the house.
Gratitude: That G washed the sofa cover.
- Two errors. Found. By Marion. One poem published twice under two different names. Not only is this appallingly embarrassing, it’s just flat out appalling. Yes, I proofed this self published chapbook, and yes, I will check through the saved information later today after my workout. All I can do is hit myself upside the head and shoulders. And I checked, and checked, and checked again…..Sheeeesh…thunk.
- My computer is in the shop. No, I didn’t back up all of July’s blog entries, and all but the last two Photoshopped images are saved. It won’t do upgrades. It came with Service Pack One and no operating system on the backup CD. The Geezer has been struggling with it for over a month only recently discovering that this early Vista has defects of Character. “Oh, such a wonderful computer,” the Windows Store tell G, then they argue that it won’t upgrade because of Avast….which lets out other computers update just fine. Free repair said one sales person….so far free has come to $49.00 bucks and defensive excuses making their Operating System errors my fault. I shudda known better.
- My OD friend Tehachap lives in Tehachapi where there is a giant forest fire burning. After seeing and hearing nothing from her all day, I broke down and called. (Did I ever tell you that I hate using the phone?) She’s fine. The fire is on the far side of town and moving out into unoccupied areas away from her beautiful new house. In fact she sounded surprised to hear from me. “I’ve heard from more family and friends today,” she told me. Communication is the key, and I strongly suggested she post something online for those of us who haven’t seen her smiling visage in the paper of TV news.
- My money man is stopping by this afternoon. What do I want to discuss with him? Communication. Who can discuss the failing economy? Not me. My money? Speaking of failing and falling. Alternatives? Right now the markets offer few. So the house is tidy….except the mountains of fabric taking over the far corner of the living room, and perhaps he can explain to me how we can communicate better within the constraints of his Operating System.