Three Day Blur
Aug. 9th, 2004 01:14 pmThe last three days have just flown by without much to show for them. I did get my computer fixed; the glowy fan thing was putting noise into the system, not a good idea, so I removed it and replaced the back fan with an industrial variety, and now it's quieter and cooler and it doesn't glow and it doesn't crash. I also tore out the ZIP drive that never worked and moved a hard drive into its place, thus putting more airflow between the two big drives and dropping their average operating temperatures about five degrees C.
What to say? We set up the tent and cleaned it out, only to find that it was infested with these ugly black silverfish-like bugs. The apples are dropping off the tree, so it's time to look up apple recipes to take care of them all. The girls got a lot of sunlight into their diets without ever getting burned, good for them. All in all, it was just a blur, except for the blackberry picking. Mmm, fresh sun-warmed blackberries on ice cream; it doesn't get much better than that.
Omaha and Kouryou-chan replanted almost a hundred basil seedlings on the back porch, necessitating not one but two trips to the gardening store to pick up long planting buckets. They're now growing on the back porch, looking shockingly healthy. I need to go back to the gardening store sometime soon and pick up some stakes for the apple tree.
I enjoyed myself. I did nothing and went nowhere, and for once it felt okay to tell the world to shove off and let me fold paper airplanes for my kids.
What to say? We set up the tent and cleaned it out, only to find that it was infested with these ugly black silverfish-like bugs. The apples are dropping off the tree, so it's time to look up apple recipes to take care of them all. The girls got a lot of sunlight into their diets without ever getting burned, good for them. All in all, it was just a blur, except for the blackberry picking. Mmm, fresh sun-warmed blackberries on ice cream; it doesn't get much better than that.
Omaha and Kouryou-chan replanted almost a hundred basil seedlings on the back porch, necessitating not one but two trips to the gardening store to pick up long planting buckets. They're now growing on the back porch, looking shockingly healthy. I need to go back to the gardening store sometime soon and pick up some stakes for the apple tree.
I enjoyed myself. I did nothing and went nowhere, and for once it felt okay to tell the world to shove off and let me fold paper airplanes for my kids.