We attended the sentencing hearing for the perpetrator of a burglary in October. Needed a bit of a break afterward.
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- My own MacBook Pro. It started coming to work with me a few months ago.
- My older work laptop, a Dell Vostro something or other. It’s connected to the dual widescreen monitors.
- My new work laptop, an HP Envy dv7. Hoping to have it fully configured and switched as my main work machine by this afternoon.
I managed to get hold of Katharine’s phone, but she lunged to retrieve it within a couple of seconds.
And then the camera went off:
We joined friends for a matinee of The Producers in Issaquah. I was getting into the car on our way to the theatre when I bobbled the phone in my left hand and it clattered to the driveway for the fourth time I can remember, and this time it gave the unmistakable psht! sound of the glass giving up the fight.
Yay AppleCare+ — we’re waiting now at the Apple Store, University Village for warranty service. Should be all good in the next hour or so.
Twelve-year-old me really really really wanted this morning to watch Seattle City Light deal with the fallen tree a block down the road. The tree went down as a fast-moving storm blew through the neighborhood Friday evening, taking out or cable service and snapping a power pole in the process, and my 12-year-old self was all about gawking at the work to fix the problems because: Ooh! Big powerful machines!!!
Forty-year-old me knew that if I didn’t mow the damned lawn, it would overtake the house in a matter of hours. It had been three weeks since the last mowing, a combination of weekend plans and bad weather repeatedly delaying the next mow.
Somehow my brain arrived at a perfect compromise: Mow the front yard first!
So that’s what I did, and I managed to avoid chopping off any digits and scalping the turf even though I kept my eyes on the work down the street even more than I kept my eyes on the task immediately at hand.
And how was your Saturday?
Oatmeal and an apple fritter.
Cuz, you know, I’m all about balancing things out, even though the Diet Coke wouldn’t fit in the frame.
Somewhere near the Minnesota/Wisconsin border, probably overhead La Crosse if our flight path is at all accurate.
Or anywhere else in the world at 38,000 feet.
The crab and asparagus omelet at Skillet. Insanely delicious.
At Skillet in German Village.