My material is a little slim these days although I have plenty to say about “The Office” if you’d like to hear it.
Any hands? You! There in the back! Do YOU want to bear about Jan’s breast implants or Ryan’s promotion or the quintessentially creepy romance between Angela and Dwight?
Okay. Well then.
I seem to be detecting a pattern in my days of healing which consists of one pretty darn good day followed by a ho-hum one. Today was a ho-hum one. Nothing bad. Not too much pain. I just got worn out quickly. I did a few kitchen things this morning. I scrubbed a sink and made Mr. Moon a sandwich to take into town with him. He had some office work to do. And honestly- not much more than that. Jessie came out with a gorgeous shepherd’s pie that we can bake and a few more birthday treaties including a large bottle of my favorite beer (or is it an ale?), the aptly named Fin du Monde which means end of the world.
The boys stayed in their car seats and Levon was asleep when they got here so I visited with August and kissed his toe. They actually left but a few minutes later they came back because Levon woke up and was so sad that he hadn’t seen me so I went back outside and kissed his toe and had a conversation with him and gave out chocolate.
Jessie and I got to talk a little bit but not nearly enough.
Still, it was great to see them.
Then Maurice and I watched some more Office or at least I did. She napped mostly and growled whenever I had the audacity to move.
She’s not JUST the night nurse, you know.
And then I got a call from a guy at Computer Doctor where they were transferring my files to the new MacBook. He said all was going well but it would not be finished by five and they’re not open on Saturdays and so guess who’s writing this on her phone?
Besides that, I just did not make the right purchase. I went for the smallest, least expensive MacBook available and it is really quite small both in screen size and in storage size and it turns out that one can return an Apple product within 14 days of delivery or, actually 45 days now due to Covid, and I am going to do that and be an entitled bitch and go for a bigger one. With more storage.
I called Apple and this time I spoke to an extremely nice guy named Michael who was in South Texas and I’ve already gotten an email with the mailing labels to return the one I bought.
I have to say that Apple’s customer support is and always has been top notch in my experience. Tech support too.
Guess what else I did today?
I made hummingbird nectar and put it in the clean feeder and very, very carefully hung it. It was strange, recreating the same exact actions which led to a very defining line between before and after in my little life.
So no pictures today or in the foreseeable future either.
I sure hope nothing of incredible photographic importance happens between now and whenever it is that I get my new, NEW MacBook.
Keep hunkering down, y’all. This thing’s butt is far from kicked.
yes, it's a new reality and we'd best make it our own as it's not going away anytime soon and when it does people will have adapted to a new reality and so I don't think it will ever go back to 'before'. maybe somewhat or maybe I'm wrong. we'll see. but, you know, reality changes constantly anyway.ReplyDelete
and yeah, get the bigger mac.
Realty does indeed constantly change but lately my head’s been spinning.Delete
That coconut cake picture will keep me going quite a while.ReplyDelete
We still have some! It is such a good cake.Delete
So happy to know that there has been some tiny toe kissing going on at Mer's house.That made my day.ReplyDelete
Correct as usual about apple products and support, they are excellent and friendly. I have never been shifted to a foreign land where
english is rarely spoken, my ears are not what they used to be, deciphering is not a skill i have. Bigger is better
I’m with you. It IS harder for me to hear and although I have had some wonderful tech support from people for whom English is not a first language, it’s just easier now for me when the tech person is yeah, probably in the US.Delete
Bigger most certainly can be better but it’s not always the most important thing. Still...
Given all the fuckery of late, it sounds like a reasonable, however ho-hum kind of day. I'm glad you're on the mend!ReplyDelete
It was a fine enough day. I’m glad I’m on the mend too. Thanks, Elizabeth.Delete
I'm glad you are doing some better and you got to see some of the grands! I'm also glad you are going for the bigger MacBook - heck - you deserve it!ReplyDelete
Well, I don’t know that I deserve it but I want it. Is that good enough? Ha!Delete
So pleased you seem to be on the mend albeit slow progress, 'fraid mending ribs is a slow job (bit like getting rid of Covid).ReplyDelete
Please tell me why is a female cat called Maurice?
Best wishes Willy Wombat
Hello Willy! Well, when Maurice first showed up I assumed she was a male because most ginger cats are. And the name that came to me was Maurice. By the time I realized that she was going to stay here no matter what and I’d looked at her nether parts to discover that she was a lady cat, the. name had already stuck. As with all cats, I doubt she cares at all what I call her because she knows her real name even if I don’t.Delete
Hi Ms MoonDelete
Thanks for the explanation, think you are absolutely correct, cats being cats don't give a flying flamingo what you call them, just as long as you feed them everyday. Take care and continue with the recuperation. Best wishes Willy Wombat
I'm glad you're mending. It's slow, and, as you say, more of a zigzag than a straight line progression.ReplyDelete
It was smart to retrace the fatal journey, so it doesn't get to be a source of anxiety. I'm glad it went without incident this time.
I was SO careful walking down those steps. Now I have that cliched old-people fear of steps and stairs. Dammit!Delete
Staying in here and hoping the worst is over by Tuesday...Stay safe.ReplyDelete
Me too, e!Delete
I got a 13-inch MacBook Pro with more storage than I’d ever need and it has been serving me well for seven years already. I’m sorry today was less than optimal. Your body is continuing to heal with great intelligence and you’re wisely listening to its prompts. I want to throw my arms around you, gently of course so as not to upset your healing ribs. Love.ReplyDelete
The model I bought just doesn’t have much storage and the computer guy warned me that after all my files had transferred that was hardly going to be any room left. I do need to go through and get rid of a whole bunch of stuff but I dread that chore.Delete
Anyway, mostly I just wish we could put our arms around each other. That would be the best.
As they (whoever they are) say, go big or go home--might as well have the size/capacity of computer that will really work for you.ReplyDelete
Easy does it with the healing. Likely your 'good' day means you might slightly overdo things--which results in the next day not being quite so stellar. :(
Yeah. I’ve considered that possibility. I just keep feeling like I’m malingering. Which is probably not helpful.Delete
I think I've only watched a handful of episodes of "The Office," but it IS a funny show. Sounds like good recuperative (if that's a word) TV.ReplyDelete
Did you stop the computer doctor from transferring your files? Because won't you have to get them off the computer again before you return it?
The whole thing about being sick seems to be that there are good days and bad days. The trick on the bad days is to remind yourself you're due a good day, and on the good days, to enjoy them. We're rooting for you.ReplyDelete