June 8th, 2008

Vizard

Not a Rant

Sundays, With Sun and Rain

    It's been a good day. I'm happy, in a sort of low-rez way. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with low-rez. Sometimes I really, really like it. Sometimes I really, really need it.
    I had to work this afternoon, but I didn't mind; it was something for which I had volunteered. My one problem was self-inflicted - I'd stayed awake doing this and that, until OhGodO'clock, only tucking myself in at 4:30 a.m. I was displeased with myself, since I'd had plans for Sunday morning, plans which I figured would now be rendered impossible. (I'd need at least 5 hours of sleep to work well in the afternoon, which I thought would give me no free no time before the assignment.)
    But Bob and I actually made it to Evanston on a long-delayed mission: to take The Laptop of Doom and Delight to a wi-fi spot outside Casa Kaffyr, testing to see if I could access the Internet.
    Yes, I've had the damned thing for more than two months, and haven't been able to get it to hook up anywhere outside my home. And I won't go into all the reasons why. Suffice it to say that this morning light bulbs which hadn't  lit above our heads previously did so today, whilst we were looking over the @#$%^! Vista network and sharing center options (in a Whole Foods dining area, of all places. We'd been aiming for the library, but its system was out because of the weather.) So it appears that I may be able to connect in the future. Yesss - another thing ticked off my to-do list. Thanks so much, Bob.
    After work, my first born and his friend were over, and fun to have yucks with; I made two loaves of banana bread, despite the best efforts of my oven to dissuade me of the idea. And I watched Forests of the Dead (Doctor Who, S4E09, Steven Moffat) and was dazzled, and left crying for numerous reasons. Then I watched it a second time. And cried all over again, for all the right reasons.
    I ended the day watching "When We Left Earth: The Nasa Missions" on Discovery Channel, and it reminded me how brave and crazy and right we were to go to space. And mourned,  along with my son, how we as a society have forgotten how to take those risks today. Wonderful stuff.
    And now it's time to go to bed. A low-rez Sunday, and I'm smiling.