…but apparently being picked up, in Houston, and entering Fedex’s physical possession: these things are so nebulous in description it’s like subparticle physics…
It is by now probably at the Houston airport, a place I last saw during a hurricane…when wheel-chocks on cords were blowing straight out from the baggage truck…
I trust it is having a much saner takeoff and will be winging its way, likely via Salt Lake City, to Seattle, and back to Spokane by suppertime.
To be delivered tomorrow.
And you will not believe—I just received a phone message from Dell saying ‘We have received your notebook in the repair shop…’
15 minutes later—I get another call from Dell, telling me “Your machine is repaired and is being sent to [address] via Fedex, tracking number…”
Somebody evidently FINALLY pushed a button that should have been pushed last Thursday.
Aaagh.
sounds like the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing..and vice versa….nothing like “Special Compartmented Information”…..
Either that or it was the fastest computer repair since the repairman evicted Marion Zimmer Bradley’s 8 lb cat from the paper bin.
That’s a relatively small cat. I could believe it trying to get inside>/i> the computer, if there was a large enough opening (“Mmmmm, nice and toasty in here), but the paper bin? Unless it was preventing the form-feed printer from going, that doesn’t sound catastrophic (sorry, retroactively discovering bad pun).
OOf, preview fail!
Heheh, you both are wonderful. … One trusts Ms. Bradley’s cat was none the worse for wear.
Goober besrs his name in part for getting himself wedged ~behind~ a drawer as a kitten new to the house. He’s smart, has a very quiet sense of humor, but a bit klutzy and dorky.
Good thoughts please for Zorro, as I just dropped her off at the vet. Since around Thanksgiving, we’ve been calling her “Grunty Cat”, because she sounds like a peeg: when purring, when sitting still, sometimes when just breathing. Then she started with the stinky cat breath, then the drooling, and last night she seemed to have trouble with a chunk of gooshyfood. The vet looked at her and said she had inflamed gums and needed at least a couple of teeth out; I’m inclined to think her time on the streets was not good to her. Hopefully she will be home this afternoon, not much the worse for wear, but in overall better shape and healing. Next, giving cat a pill, or “Bloodletting 101”. Easy peasy; I’ll just hide it in a bite of tuna sashimi.
I hope Zorro will be OK. If it’s dental and that fixes it, good.
Smokey was a street kitten, rescued and given to me. The vet estimated he was over 8 weeks old, but he looked half that. He’s now over 4 years old and sassy as all get-out. But he always, always wants extra attention (love me!) and as much food as he can stuff in his face. (This is a problem, since he steals Goober’s food, and Goober self-limits on his appetite…so he gets short-changed. Otherwise, I could just put out less food.)
Smokey will always need that reassurance of food and love and being number one kitteh, Mr. Assertive, always getting his little butt in trouble, but in an endearing, impish, ever-curious way. Goober will always be Mr. Non-Assertive, coolly laid back, and while curious and smart and with a sense of humor, he’s also kind of a klutz. (He earned his name many times over.) He’ll always need special treatment to be sure he isn’t left out.
So I have seen with Smokey just how permanently and deeply his early life, kittenhood, out on the streets has marked him. And I think from that, I’m more aware how much it must do the same for people who are that poor, or out on the streets. — And yet the little guy is very special, a bright light, even though he’s almost solid black. That also says something about what our world misses, just because so many people are disadvantaged, who might otherwise contribute more.
Feline Philosophy 101, I guess.
So…here’s hoping for good things for Zorro. She’s tough, and glad to have a good home, no doubt. … Though not so glad to get that pill, I bet!
Zorro is back from the
dentistvet. Her mouth was in bad shape; she now only has about half a dozen teeth left, what the vet thought were savable. She got home, slept most of the afternoon, had a bite of dinner (mooshed up turkey and broth), and is now curled up on DH’s lap. Hopefully she will recover fully from having what amounts to all her wisdom teeth out. Poor thing!My bet’s on Houston to Billings and truck from there through Twin Falls. 🙂
If it helps, the weather’s good here, sunny and mild, today and tomorrow. Good chance the plane will have smooth flying, I’d think.
I did wave in that general direction. One hopes your computer arrives safe and sound, and isn’t too much trouble to get your programs and data going again, nice and orderly. Or whatever state of orderly/disorderly most suits you! 😀
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Amazon claims a package of calligraphy supplies made its way to my door today, but I didn’t hear it arrive. So…first thing in the morning, so a certain two fluff-brains don’t try to zip Outside into the front yard.
There are, within, a couple of “brush pens” and a basic calligraphy kit, fountain pen with three nib widths. some ink refills for both. I liked the “brush pen” I got before, Pentel or Pilot brand, but it uses ink cartridges very fast. If Jane has not tried these, she might have fun with them.
OT, but interesting, I do think:
She would not let me do all of the things I do for my own mother; cook, do dishes, do laundry, vacuum, dust, scrub floors, and so forth. She did let me drive her to and from the rehab clinic where Dad is and let me help her medicate the dog. As I was leaving, this woman who gave me a wedding gift adjuring me to faithfulness, and for my twenty-fifth wedding anniversary said, “So. You’re still married.”, told me that she loved me. I was gobsmacked, and could only hug her. I am no longer afraid of her.
She still retains the strength of character which makes one almost automatically obey her, but her memory has indeed suffered. Stubborn as a stone, she is, but still vulnerable to Dad’s insistence. She will hear no one else.
At 4’10” she reminds me of a certain Great Lady. Dad, like Cenedi, would have a word to say about a Merciful Contract, did she not institute it Herself.
Hugs for Tommie, and your…mother-in-law, yes? The hug you gave her may have meant a great deal to her. One hopes so.
Hmm, my grandmother was all of 5’2″ and never topped more than 110 lbs., if that. Even when she had become truly old and frail, she still had a toughness and strength of character under that sweet, mild exterior. When she was about 95, she announced to one of her doctors, a Chinese-American man with a Texas accent, that she planned to live to 110. (She didn’t quite get there, but close it, at 102).) He was thoroughly 2nd generation (or more) American, but at that moment, he gave her a brief but sincere and very gracious, and very Chinese, bow of respect and kindness. I think I’ll always remember that, for how genuine and meaningful it was, and for how it showed the true blending of both cultures. My grandmother was lovely, but had a very hard time, nearly impossible, to follow me, because she’d had trouble from both husbands, so any man, even her grandson, telling her anything was, well, cause for resistance on principle. (I understood this, but was dismayed, even so.) But it showed that she had a mind of her own, and intended to do just what she thought was best, thanks. Gotta admire that.
The mother of one of her sisters-in-law was Mrs. Branch, and when I knew her, Mrs. Branch was in her 90’s at least. She was less than 5 feet tall, a little heavyset (unlike her daughter, my Great-Aunt Ruth), and Mrs. Branch by then had to lean on a cane for support. She was quiet and mild like her daughter, with a strong character and gentle manner. I still remember, as a college-age young man, standing with her in a back yard, talking a little while extra, to enjoy visiting. — I have just realized, and hadn’t back then, that Mrs. Branch was possibly old enough to remember when Oklahoma was opened for (white) settlement, while still a Territory, like my grandmother’s parents had been. I don’t recall where she was originally from, but like others, she was Oklahoman.
It’s that sort of woman, whether mild or very strong-willed, that I think of with Lady Ilisidi, though Lady Ilisidi is more iron-willed, more prone to act, than the women I’ve known. I wonder too, if Queen Elizabeth I was like that in her day, tough in the way Lady Ilisidi is.
Anyway, Tommie, it’s good to hear things between you two improved a bit with this visit. A warming towards friendship is a welcome thing.
My paternal grandmother might have been 4’10” if she drew herself up real tall but she drove the biggest cars she could find. The first I remember was a 1948 Buick Roadmaster, followed by a 1954 Cadillac Fleetwood and a 1960 Fleetwood. she could barely see over the steering wheel.
Impressive.