My Newest Addition.
MacBook Pro. Plastic. Silver. 15″ Screen. Glorious.
Welcome. Welcome to my home. Welcome to my family. Welcome to my heart.
Bric a brac.
I’ve been putting of posting cuz, well, I feel there ain’t much to discuss, but for the tens of you who listen…
Summer is almost over and quite frankly, I am happy to see it go. I love fall. It’s my favie! Cool air. The trees in color. Taking walks in the woods behind our house. Hayrides. Bonfires. Pumpkins. And the welcome return of hearty soups. I am such a cheesball!
On a similar note… School has started. All hail the public educational system! I gaze in happy wonder as all but one of my offspring are carted away on a yellow bus of glory! I am now the proud owner of 2 hours of personal time. Which is no easy task.
6:00 Wake up (truthfully, it’s more like 6:30)
7:00 Alina on the bus
8:00 Mackenzie on the bus (Alina goes to middle school now so they start at different times and ride different buses,)
8:30 – 11:30 Chasing Reggie and Reese, cleaning and whatnot.
12:00 Reggie on the bus. (She’s in half day kindergarten.)
12:30 Reese in bed.
12:30 – 2:30 Here’s my personal time. (Rejoice with me, won’tchanow?)
2:30 Alina gets out of school.
3:45 Keni and Reggie get home.
3:46 Chaos ensues.
In other news… Charlie is having a birthday tomorrow. Turning 33. Yep. 33. I asked him if he feels old, to which he replied, “I feel as cool now as I did when I was 23.”
Ah, the wealth of ego that lies in that man’s brain. I could read an endless pile of self help books and NEVER feel as good about myself as he does on a perpetual basis.
My good friend Lauren had her baby, Emma Rose. I have yet to see her and her little one, but have seen the video and hope to get to the hospital today for a sneaky peek.
Also, let’s take a moment and pray a new lawnmower (with one of those baggers on the back?) into my life. The one I have is over 10 years old and only works in one gear and only starts when Chuck opens the metal thingie and sticks two screwdrivers inside its belly until sparks fly then the engine starts. It’s like he’s magic or something.
So let’s pray… so I can mow on a regular basis… so I won’t have to rake piles of clippings… and Chuck will be able to stop his use of black magic as I am sure our good Lord doesn’t approve.
The apple trees are pregnant with apples a plenty. I think I might make a pie.
All in all, not much is ahappening.
My life is certainly something to be envied forsure.
Macintosh.
I love my mac. I do. But not today. And not yesterday either.
I had to take my tech-companion down to Comp-USA for diagnostics.
For some reason, my mac turns off (by itself) and will not respond to repeated pushes of the power button. I unplugged it, then replugged it back in. THEN tried turning it on… nothing.
It’s done this before. I liken it to a temper tantrum, as it seems that’s what it is. Because after a while, I go back and hit the power button and this time… the hummmmm and whir of life.
Well, I gave it 2 days, and still no response. So off to Mayfield heights. I hand over my friend to the guy in the blue shirt anbd tell him, “My mac won’t turn on.”
He takes my machine over to the work space, plugs it in, and hits the power button. Pauses and hits it again. He unplugs it, walks back over to me and says, “Your mac won’t turn on.”
Brilliant.

