Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
But my widdy head is still spinning about how easy this computer is to use. I downloaded a 139 meg file in just shy of 8 minutes, pressed “Install” and 90 seconds later I was opening a new document and typing away. And I downloaded a bunch of other software as well…..
I really really should take some painkillers and go to bed…..
Peggy picked up more boxes for the church move. I’ve got all boxes out of the living room but the bedroom still looks… eesh.
so mom what movie is that from. Problem was not me, was telus equipment, all fixed, some messing about in equipment room. Me happy now.
Collect ’em all. Fitting companions for Carl Sagan’s Baloney Detection Kit.
Painted Dr. Filk’s kitchen, did the upstairs trim touchup, upstairs linen closet as it was the ONLY thing upstairs that makes you jump when you look at it, (partial, more tonight), vacuumed out the dungeon storage room, got the headboard into the garage, helped Katie find stuff, took three boxes home (groan, where am I going to PUT this crud??? – actually it’s already unpacked) and worked with Paul on the separation agreement a little. Katie showed up, heard my voice, burst into tears and flung herself into my arms; Paul took her back to his new place to help her look for cds. Keith did part of the lawn but he’s still really sore from his Parkour workout last week and didn’t even go to karate last night. Hauled two HUGE bags of garbage from my apartment this morning. Saw some orange (Like, dayglo orange) bees on the way to work and then noticed that there were half a dozen sunning themselves and getting ready to work for the day. I light candles for expectant mothers, my girlfriend Tammy, and for my mom in hopes she will be able to prevent a bunch of family papers from vanishing now that an elderly relative has gone to a home. I love Patrick O’Brian novels, they repay re-reading quite as much as Dunnett novels do. Internet today, with luck.