Jane dropped her laptop, which is now wheezing, and has discovered a red line running up her slashed finger. Sigh. I will be going to the pharmacy tomorrow earliest to get antibiotics…she is now soaking the finger in Epsom salts. Did I mention a snowfall is likely tonight. NOW it snows….
We do have a Carbonite backup, but when she consulted it after the computer accident, it refused to admit how much she has in storage. We hope Carbonite was only confused, because this laptop is not happy at all. And Jane’s computer has all the graphics and conversion work for Closed Circle.
I swear—nothing’s ever dull around here. It wouldn’t have slipped if she’d had all her fingers working.
YOW!
May the data be secure and easy to retrieve.
May the finger heal fast.
May you win a free trip for three to Tokyo ( and take me as a guide – GRIN )
I think you are living the old curse “May you always live in interesting times.”
I don’t like the idea of red streaks around a cut…..is Jane sure nothing is in the cut? Take care…literally…TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!
OSGuy summed it up best last night. We arrived home within 5 minutes of each other; he had just departed your place after lending muscle to the recalcitrant bathroom plumbing.
Our phone message light was blinking. Behold! Jane’s bright voice, recorded much earlier in the day, merrily trilling, “OSGuy, we don’t need you to come over to help us after all. Everything is OK!”
The moment OSGuy heard this — having left your home no more than 30 minutes before — he boomed, “OH NO IT WASN’T!!”
…and he exclaimed this *before* you phoned about your streaked finger, and before the laptop’s misadventure. Methinks it might be safest today to simply draw your blinds, sit quietly in a dark silent room, and not twitch a muscle!
Lol—well, the laptop is still limping along, though I think we are going to concentrate on backup; and the finger, after soaking in Epsom salts, is now ordinary colored and almost pain free.
Now about my dishwasher—which lost its balance when I had to pull it out to search for the leak: it now snatches back its drawers with great violence and threatens to break our dishes, which retreat at the speed of light if I let go the drawer while trying to load it. That’s going to be a priority to fix (requires pulling it out again and adjusting the board that lets it level.) But I have to wait for Jane’s finger to be ok.
I have a simple remedy for minor owies on the hands. Regular washing in hot tap water (hotter than is “comfortable”, not so hot as to be scalding), followed by a prolonged rinsing of the sore spot. My strategy is that I have a circulatory system to carry heat away, but the bacteria don’t. Once a bacterium overheats it’s done for, but a few of my cells are expendable and replaceable. Under just the right conditions I’ve been known to put salt on a wound, especially in the mouth, and let osmotic pressure accomplish the same thing. A little stinging up front more than compensates for the pain of infection. The nice thing is neither remedy is something the bacteria are likely to develop immunities to.
I leave you alone for less than 24 hours…!
Seriously — take care of yourselves
I’ve been following along, quietly, and mildly appalled. [Searches for handsome do-it-all-handyman guy (who will work shirtless for Jane!) to prevent this string of misfortunes from continuing.]
Well, it didn’t snow, a windstorm just blew over the garden arch and a trellis blew the wisteria pole over, Jane is in the garage using power tools, and I’m going to check on her.
All I can say is OY! What happened that you folks need to have all this bad karma visited on you in a lump? The universe better have some serious good luck waiting for you, or I call shenanigans!
Get better Jane!
Household fixtures and appliances, you’d better get your act together and quit *&(*&^!! up!
All you guys, just KNOCK IT OFF — ‘NUFF DEN!!! *shakes fist in general direction of heavens*
Sorry to hear about all these difficulties. I hope Murphy will get finished with y’all and turn his attention elsewhere. By the way, most of the replacement floors in the New Orleans area are stone, faux stone, cork, or other materials that are unaffected by water. You just mop or squeegee it off and go on about your business.
Your dishwasher pulls the drawers back? Wow – I have to push mine. Sometimes the bottom tray comes off its track and I swear a little. Then I realise that another of it’s wheels has fallen off and is inside the machine so I swear a lot.
Oh well it’s nearly 15 years old so I shouldn’t complain. So far it’s never actually actually attacked me so I’m ahead of the game there 🙂
No, no, they roll back violently into the tub because the machine is tilted—but Jane rebalanced it, and now they roll gently when I give them a little push. 😉
I think that we will have to appoint a keeper for you both. I live in NH and am not very handy, but should your fans who live closer start visiting you every day?
Good luck with the snow.