Me: Seriously, you are crazy right now. Do you have attention deficit disorder?
Him: No, my attention is focused on this and it is not defecating.
Taking it all off, one post at a time.
Me: Seriously, you are crazy right now. Do you have attention deficit disorder?
Him: No, my attention is focused on this and it is not defecating.
Me: On my way back from the mailbox, there was a kitty on the porch. I pet it and it was so sweet and cute and I love it.
Him: (feigned excitement) Really?!! Are you going to get a kitty to piss all over your new house?!!!!
What I’ve been doing:
Iris is old and needs replacing. It has come down to this: I really, really need a new computer.
For over a year now, her screen has become increasingly pixilated, to the point where some days, I can’t read anything at all. For the past six months, I get a bi-daily reminder that her start-up disk is almost full. I know that all of this can be fixed, but I am not really sure of how to go about that. In addition, seven years is a really good run for a cute little iBook G4. She can rest soon. But my heart doesn’t want her to. Is it strange to be emotionally attached to a computer? I feel as though everything important that I have done over the last seven years has happened with help from or because of Iris. I typed all my lesson plans for student teaching and my first year of teaching on her. My certification portfolio was published on her. I applied for Le Cordon Bleu using her browser. She and I conceived a blog together. A blog that I cannot read at all right now because she is having a bad screen day.
When I finally get over my bizarre attachment, then I am hoping for some renewed blogging enthusiasm. That, and not having to email solely by iPhone.