A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Back from dry cleaners and picking up Korean newspapers et al.
Car did that funny transmission thing so I ran it by a mechanic I know for evaluation. He gave me some things to look out for but he couldn’t reproduce the problem and said the fluids seem fine.
Time to run the dry cleaning.
Incense currently burning: Precious Chandan
What a wonderful scent! Many thanks to my brother-in-law. This is a remnant (the last stick) from a Christmas present two years ago.
The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the
sapling. The birch says, “Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you
tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?”
The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, “It is
neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the
best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in.”
Baby is talking to me and kissing the monitor for the webcam!
Blast. A bill I thought was paid has reared its ugly again. $675 in a collectors hands.
Still feeling out my style with PHP Liking the if (): else: endif: syntax.
Time to quit fooling around. Where’s my water gun! The cat’s gonna get it! That’s better. Now she’s a gargoyle on the monitor. Much better.
Now this is step forward in dealing with the rising cost of mental health care!
Now, why is it that when you are changing the messiest diaper you’ve seen in a long time that the wipes refuse to cooperate and keep falling back into the container. At least the baby was very cooperative! I laid her down on the couch and she arched her back keeping only her head, shoulders and heals touching the couch. She was confused when I didn’t return her pajamas to her. I must go find her clothes. I wish I could record her right now. She is talking talking talking talking. So fun and pleasant!
The first thing she asks for after being changed is “nana nana!”
When I squat in front of this computer to type, the baby stands on my legs and hops up and down watching me type.
The 13 yr old’s bus arrived today and despite me rushing to the front door and opening it wide, he still honked the horn! This irritates me enough that I go out and politely ask him not to do that because of the number of “sleeping babies” about. He’s a nice guy but the horn should really only be used if we aren’t responding at all.
The baby is awake.
A New Day!
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This Morning
Yikes! Overslept. I actually was up at 5:45 and refueled the fire. I should have kept moving. Went back to bed and didn’t get the kids up until 6:30. Must prepare for carpool.
My cat says I’ve been on the computer enough. She is practically standing on the keyboard begging attention. She needs a bath and a grooming but I need my arms instead of bloody stumps.
I don’t think its our court system that this person needs to be plea bargining with!
Tense moment with the 13 yr old I only raised my voice once and not that loud at all! He yelled enough to make my head throb.
