The last couple of weeks have been pretty busy and I’ve been running myself a mite ragged with too many social commitments. Not necessarily “too many” as I hate to complain about having too many friends and too many things to do with them but last night was the first night in a while that I came straight home from work and didn’t have to go anywhere. Of course, this was only because I bowed out of a committee meeting for the nature center in favor of catching up on three hours of yard work and a load of laundry (which is still waiting to be put away this morning but I was understandably tired by the time I came inside last night).
Anyway. Because of the many things occupying my thoughts and some mild sleep deprivation, I think I’m starting to lose my mind — or I’m at least in danger of walking off without it one of these days. This is exactly what I did the other day with my keys at the gas station (I didn’t get far, of course, before realizing my mistake). And then yesterday morning with the cup of coffee I bought at Tim Horton’s (I was as far as my car before it dawned on me that I seemed awfully empty-handed for having just stopped in for a caffeinated beverage).
Again, I can’t complain about being too popular because, as problems go, it’s a nice one to have. However, I do need to set aside some Joy-time soon or there’s no telling what will get left behind next.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
The Problem with Well-behaved Children...
...Is that you tend to forget about them.
Teyla just spent nearly four hours out of her cage — one of those hours being while I was out for an evening walk. She was just laying in her room (sometimes known as the guest room despite that most of my guests prefer the squooshy comfort of my sofas) and being a very well-mannered rabbit. The good news is that it’s my habit to check on her before bed else I may have forgotten to put her back in her cage altogether tonight.
Since the departure of Slim Jim (who has gone to live with a nice little girl who has, apparently, provided him with his own pretty pink palace), Teyla has been enjoying more and more liberty outside of her cage. She is far less aggressive than before and certainly better behaved in his absence and has been properly awarded with increased freedoms. Though we all miss Slim Jamison, he is far happier surrounded by children (he’s always suffered from Little Bunny Syndrome) and Teyla is enjoying her independence.
Teyla just spent nearly four hours out of her cage — one of those hours being while I was out for an evening walk. She was just laying in her room (sometimes known as the guest room despite that most of my guests prefer the squooshy comfort of my sofas) and being a very well-mannered rabbit. The good news is that it’s my habit to check on her before bed else I may have forgotten to put her back in her cage altogether tonight.
Since the departure of Slim Jim (who has gone to live with a nice little girl who has, apparently, provided him with his own pretty pink palace), Teyla has been enjoying more and more liberty outside of her cage. She is far less aggressive than before and certainly better behaved in his absence and has been properly awarded with increased freedoms. Though we all miss Slim Jamison, he is far happier surrounded by children (he’s always suffered from Little Bunny Syndrome) and Teyla is enjoying her independence.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
That’s Gonna Leave a Mark
If only I could figure out how to get my MacBook, which is set up for wireless internet access at home, to print wirelessly to the printer downstairs. As it is, if I want to print something, I have to leave the comfort of my couch and carry Scooby all the way downstairs to plug in and print.
This isn’t a big deal. It really isn’t. But my office has gotten messier and messier since I spend so little time in it and so, last night, when I went downstairs to print something there was little desk space for which to place Scooby while I printed off driving directions.
Being impatient and none-to-bright, I set my laptop, my beloved laptop, precariously on the edge of the desk while I turned on the printer — only to watch in horrified silence as Scooby fell from the desk toward the floor.
The good news is that my MacBook’s fall was softened by the presence of my foot. The bad news is that I’ve got a painful bruise on the top of my foot that is going to make shoe-wearing less than comfortable today.
I really need to call Apple and figure out the wireless printing and clean off some desk space. Maybe with my bruise as a reminder I'll actually get to one of those in the near future.
This isn’t a big deal. It really isn’t. But my office has gotten messier and messier since I spend so little time in it and so, last night, when I went downstairs to print something there was little desk space for which to place Scooby while I printed off driving directions.
Being impatient and none-to-bright, I set my laptop, my beloved laptop, precariously on the edge of the desk while I turned on the printer — only to watch in horrified silence as Scooby fell from the desk toward the floor.
The good news is that my MacBook’s fall was softened by the presence of my foot. The bad news is that I’ve got a painful bruise on the top of my foot that is going to make shoe-wearing less than comfortable today.
I really need to call Apple and figure out the wireless printing and clean off some desk space. Maybe with my bruise as a reminder I'll actually get to one of those in the near future.
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