• Spending what you don’t have.

    “I was thinking that I would go ahead and spend the money for a Clearwater rec. card so Beth can continue her swim lessons.”

    Sarcastically: “Will that leave enough money for a new computer?”

    Seriously: “Yeah, I think so.”

    Stunned: “…”

    My wife and I share a bond that has never been stronger.

    Did I mention that there is a new computer sitting in our living room? This has lead to more problems than I would have thought. Who among you can work knowing that a new toy is sitting at home waiting to be played with? Picture my office on Friday… I’m getting mentally prepared for a hockey game later that night; a new computer is sitting at home waiting to be configured to my exacting specifications; and it’s Friday for goodness sakes! Yes, I was in hell. I’ve had all weekend to bask in the glow of a new computer’s screen. I’m back at work, somewhat sated compared to Friday. Has it been enough to carry me over until this evening? Only time will tell. Only seven hours and ten minutes to go. Only four hundred minutes to go. Only twenty-five thousand and eight hundred agonizing clicks of the clock to go.

    I don’t think I’m going to make it.

  • Nearly perfect

    My football teams made a clean sweep and hockey was a big success too. What more could you ask for in a sports weekend? Well, the Red Sox lost. You can win them all, it just doesn’t happen that often.

  • Back in the saddle; or, when a good computer goes bad.

    We are back on the air after some technical difficulties this evening. They say that when you run your own web server, you can’t blame anyone else for your site problems. Well, one of our poor old iMacs bit the dust right in front of me this evening. It happened just as I was walking in the door, coming home from work. The monitor flashed, an electrical “hissing” noise rose from the depths of the case, and it went dead. We made every attempt known to us to revive it, but we were unsuccessful. Six hours worth of harvesting spare parts, installing software, and loading back-ups to our family room iMac brings us to the present. It’s past my bed time, and I’m sitting here typing this message. Two people will likely read this entry, and I’ve already told one of them more than they wanted to know about it. Ye Gods!