Effing Mountain Lion

FML. My computer cannot keep up with my typing (and although I type relatively quickly, I do not type really, really fast, so anyone would believe that a modern — no, not contemporary, but still modern — computer could keep up with my only-human typing speed; that supposition would be wrong). So what is the problem?

The infamous chiclet-keyboard (with the inimitable Gwen Hernandezʼs incredibly useful Scrivener for Dummies right there, close to hand when needed.

The infamous chiclet-keyboard (with the inimitable Gwen Hernandezʼs incredibly useful Scrivener for Dummies right there, where it always resides, close to hand when needed).

Well, up front I should admit that I donʼt lways hit every key precisely (particularly on this damnable chiclet Bluetooth keyboard*). For example, that missing “a” in the previous sentenceʼs “always” is probably not the fault of the computer but of this user (of course, the spelling-correction feature is underlining the defective “lways” — both above and in this parenthetical insertion, but I intend to post this initial message for 2013 just as my computer — and I — create[s] it, more or less**; likewise, if I adntʼ mad Typinator change m regular mistyped “setnence” to sentence, that ould have remained wrong as well). I also, as suggested already, have a horrible tendency toward typos — dyslexic fingering that creates jumbled words with letters misordered, some of which I have programmed to get corrected*** (as noted above), some not. Both kinds, however, stir up Mountain Lionʼs intrusive correction suggester (putting up a blue suggestion of what I presumably was supposed to mean to type below the active word onscreen), which although helpful once in a blue moon, usually serves merely to slow down the computerʼs response to the continuation of my typing (which I guess could be resolved, at least somewhat, if I watched the screen and not my fingers/keyboard — as if that will happen at this very late stage in my typing life). Thus, third, I should acknowledge that I myself have created many intrusions into the ordinary typing process, some (if nch) my help to slow down th computerʼs acceptance and display of my maladroit dgitsʼ dance across the excruciatingly tiny keys.****

So some of my curet problems must be ascribed simply to me. (That boldfaced bit of idiocy is an automatic correction, believe it or not, for current!)

I missed BehavioralInjector_64 using 83.3 percent of the RAM by less than a second before the screencapture camera clicked. Drat.

I missed BehavioralInjector_64 using 83.3 percent of the RAM by less than a second before the screencapture camera clicked. Drat.

On the other hand, and that other mitt is the thrust of todayʼs post, none of this was a problem before I “upgraded,” witlessly, moronically, to Appleʼs system 10.8.2, the savagely unready-to-be-released Mountain Lion. (I know I have moaned about this Windoze-like***** set of programming incompetence already, but… ) I have begun to discover that the problem seems to reside with the vast number of processes that think whatever unimportant background activity (like updating Spotlight or too-frequently backing up to Time Machine or whatever mds and mdworker, among too many other gnomically-named bits of coded nuisance, keep attempting to do behind my back, without my permission) is more important than the actual task at which I am genuinely at work (meaning that my typing or program-opening or whatever comes a distant third to whatever other disk-grinding busy-nesses are happening about which I do not care). And I am not the only one.

Some of the worst offenders are processes from programs I have installed (namely Syncoveryʼs totalitarian backup agent and Intego VirusBarrierʼs horrible BehavioralInjector — whether underscore32 or _64, the former being the more dictatorial and domineering). However, using Activity Monitor, I can quit those processes (usually — sometimes it takes ten or fifty quits to get BehavioralInjector to stay absent/inactive). Appleʼs own intrusions are not so user-friendly. Furthermore, that aforementioned spinning beachball has really gotten irritatingly omnipresent!

And that, my friends, is why I keep not getting much done. (Amusingly — and I intend that word literally, etymologophiles — these processes donʼt interfere with getting online. Much — see beachball reference above.)

Maybe now, with as few issues in the most recent paragraphs as there were, I can get back to work on important fiction (really).

* Really, Apple? You couldntʼ make a real keyboard that connects wirelessly? Really…

** The less being that whatever I noticed was wrong when I finished, I boldfaced. (And I wonʼt comment on what I may know were my own issues and what the fornication-worthless software/hardware permitted to be wrong.)

*** Another standard correction, which the computer currently finds nearly impossible to handle adequately is the transformation of straight apostrophes to curly typographerʼs apostrophes (and since I cannot get PopChar to function today — more computer trauma, I guess — I canʼt show a straight one). What happens is: all too often the apostrophe gets inserted after the final s in a possessive (I am coming to think because of the ridiculously slow and intrusive correction-suggester); several examples have occurred in todayʼs post.

**** That would translate as: “some (if not each) may help to slow down the computerʼs…” (Hmmm… you can tell that these footnotish interjections were created down here as I wrote because with these, too, the number of errors decreases with time. Interesting?)

***** Shall we enumerate every Microsoft Windows nonimprovement since XP (and most before)?

Did anyone get the punning initial acronym? Apple… ? (Itʼs not my life that I was addressing.)

©2013 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

Oh, Yeah, Sadly, Itʼs “Tech Frustration (5)”

…evidently also known as the “marble of doom”

Among the (many) complaints registered at the (ineffably slow) App Store against Appleʼs (unutterably poor, slipshod, pathetically inept) major dose of incompetence, MacOS 10.8.2 Mountain Lion,  is the curse of the spinning beach ball — meaning that multicolored whirling circle which indicates that something is happening (but nothing relevant to what you just wanted to occur on your computer) although nothing ever does develop.

Wait, please wait… Wait… Keep on waiting…  Wait, please… Wait.

Since yesterdayʼs attempt at calm reason (and closure) to my endless agonies with the recently installed system “upgrade,” that curse has been the essence of my longsuffering digitized existence, so much so that I actually shut down my iMac yesterday evening, screamingly frustrated beyond toleration and belief at hours of naught but “spinning beachball” nothingness, knowing full well that starting up this morning would be just another intolerably prolonged procedure, involving several stalls and resultant forced hard restarts —until I succeeded in causing a reboot in “safe mode,” which recently, at least, has actually worked and from which I can restart successfully (adding a mere hour to my morningʼs start-of-business).

I have also learned more than I really care to know about various processes on my Mac that can eat up all of the available active RAM — some being Appleʼs intrusions and some evidently resulting from my virus-protection package, Intego’s Virus Barrier X6 (version 10.6.18 for anyone counting), or so say the various Mac discussion sites discovered by my googling queries on such arcane processes as “launchd” (and many related programmed routines) “mdworker” (and its associated agents), “BehavioralInjector_32” and about a half dozen more — some of which it is safe to quit and some not, each of which can overflood the available memory and leave my computer just an electricity-sucking, luminescent lump of inactive digital dung.

A seventy-minute wait last night left the memory overfull and the cursor a movable spinning beachball. A marble of doom. So I finally, frustrated, shut down…

And felt much better almost immediately!

And then the new day dawned…

Right now, my memory meter (I having earlier quit several of the noisome processes already today) is not glowing all red with usage overplus, but nevertheless for every letter I attemp to tpe ere* in Scrivener, I only get a few, the calculated result being somewhat worse than uploading my hen-scratchings with the smartpen for interpretation (OCR?) and transformation into digital text. Maybe itʼs a sign that any work I accomplish today was meant to be handwritten?

And Lady Lovelace forfend that I should attempt to use the control-click over my own typos for a fast revision — oh, no, that just means two solid minutes of the dreadful beachball spinning.

Lus he disk is being ccsed nns I hbkgrn — Plus the disk is being accessed nonstop in the background.

Snarling sarcastic “thanks” for hindering all efforts, Apple… **

* That this is the kind of utter putrid crap my computer puts out when I am trying to type at a normal speed — I meant, “I attempt to type here” but as an example I left it as was (that passage at least being partially comprehensible, unlike some of the previous skips that deprived this text of whole words and phrases and ran letters ten words apart together into a nonsensical jumble).

** Babbage forbid that I might actually be able to use this computer for something other than its own care and feeding.

Now letʼs discover how many hours of pointless beachballing must be involved in transforming this file to HTML, copying said code, pasting into WordPress online, editing and proofreading and eventually posting…

©2012 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

Technological Frustrations (4)

I had intended to detail the many frustrations and hours of hangs and freezes and days of re-installation of MacOS 10.8.2 Mountain Lion. But I have begun to bore even myself, and after the not-just-offline-but-off-computer-altogether experiences of last week, I have begun to forget everything I had fumed inside and planned to write.

I think Iʼll just bring this recent thread of technological frustrations to an end — let us hope not just a temporary conclusion.

My wifeʼs laptop is operational but not up to snuff (meaning service pack 3 level and thereby able to support her bought-and-paid virus protection). My iMac remains always on so it doesnʼt have to restart (which Mountain Lion, at least on my computer, cannot do — boot reliably). We remain frustrated… by technology…

Joys of Technology

A glimpse at the Kindle Reader app in action (on top of this post in composition)

On a brighter note, we have new technological toys with which to play. The imminence and arrival of mine kept me distracted from any kind of real accomplishments for well over a week. And my wallet suffers not merely from the acquisition of these new devices but an addictive loading of information and entertainment.

I bought us both Kindles (our first — unlike her early-adopting boss, I thought I would save my cash and acquire my Kindle for well under a hundred bucks*). Mine is indeed the very (currently) cheapest, most basic, old-fashioned, ad-spewing version of the amazon.com product. In black, with the little buttons and square four-way steering tool at the bottom. And I adore having 200 books (many of those absolutely free or utterly the cheapest possible — and collections of dozens of books in each**) in my pocket wherever I go (no more deciding which books to take on vacation now!).

However, I mostly sought out electronic reading devices for The Lovely One. Ever since her emergency eye surgery in 2008 (for a detached retina) and the consequent reshaping of her eyeball, she has found it very difficult to read. With the Kindle able to present text in various sizes, it should make reading more pleasant and possible for her. And she has the new Paperwhite Kindle (again, I fear, the least expensive of those models), so she can even change the font (within the five available possibilities), not needing to tire of incessant Courier and Helvetica, as I apparently must too often endure. The Paperwhite also illuminates itself, so she can read in the evening, or in bed (as I seem always to do). She may still need her “cheaters,” but now she can read (we hope)!

Aside from my greedily filling about a quarter of my Kindleʼs drive with books new and old (and not all of them freebies or buck-or-two volumes as time has gone on), I have no gripes or qualms about this bit of technology, new to us…

…except…

Perhaps I am as stupidly ignorant as I suspect and suggest, but I find the Kindle Reader app for Mac rather ridiculously does not permit a user to copy the text he or she is reading. As I wanted to pass on to My Beloved (from an e-book travel guide I had purchased for Kindle use) a tidbit of information about our intended destination for this yearʼs approaching vacation, this limitation frustrated me (see, the titular theme does indeed persist) until I realized that I could snap a screenshot of the appropriate selection (now, through several software bundle purchases having no less than four screen-capturing programs***) and use PDF Pen Pro to OCR the several sentences into selectable, editable text.

Satisfactory? To be sure. (At least so far… )

And now for some Andalusian research in advance of NaNoWriMo, drawing nigh.

* I had the same attitude/policy toward the iPod — preferring to have my MP3 player for hundreds less than the original prices (and, until recent years, more and more file storage). Itʼs a lesson deriving from my late youth, when calculators were the cutting edge of novel technology (and which not I nor any of my family could originally afford) but which consistently halved their previous prices, while improving the device, year after year, buying season after buying season.

Being an elderizing codger, I still use a calculator — seems so much more direct and simple than booting a computer (assuming, of course, that such a procedure, starting up a computer, is even possible) and then opening a calculator program.  — Not quite aged enough for sliderule mastery, though…

** complete Sherlock Holmes, Lovecraft, Victor Hugo, H. Rider Haggard, James Joyce, Dostoyevsky, Dickenson, Poe, Shelly, Keats, Yeats, Walter Scott, Robert. E. Howard, the Babylonian Talmud in English… (I could go on — you know I could — but you have endured enough. For now.)

Besides, check my screen-capture illustration for todayʼs post to see some more of my recent reading.

***  — I still choose Voilá for constant menubar presence and use, although SnagIt, Clarify and Skitch remain in the Dock (and I would appreciate any input or feedback on othersʼ program preferences and insights).

©2012 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

Tech Frustrations (3) — Apple Edition, part one

Having resurrected Janetʼs laptop (at least to an almost acceptable point, admittedly lacking virus protection), I proceeded almost immediately to screw everything up to an almost unbelievable degree by upgrading my iMac from Snow Leopard (MacOS 10.6.8) to the current Mountain Lion edition (MacOS 10.8.2 — with another improving update already available and suggested).

Big mistake. Huge, as a matter of fact.

My computer couldnʼt even restart the first time after the Apple App Store application had installed the new system. (And I had hesitated over the many complaints in the reviews section, wondering why Apple didnʼt think anyone needed an installation CD from which to restore the system when necessary, and it has been necessary — five times up to now, and thatʼs not shutting down daily as I had formerly done). And the installation took four hours (maybe a little more)!

I made my twenty-dollar mistake on Thursday evening, September 27, and I was frustrated and computer-deprived for the next three days, reinstalling the system all over again twice (and learning all about what the new installation had done, not to mention getting almost instantly sick of that tan cordillera/sierra felineʼs glare). The biggest flaw (for me at least) with Mountain Lion is that the software cannot restart from a hard shutdown/restart (meaning pushing the little  power/startup button on the rear left of the computer when everything suspends activity unalterably — freezes or hangs) or in my experience from an ordinary restart sequence (even the one Apple imposes with the installation — and upgrade — packages).

As I reported in my own review of the product once I had successfully gotten my iMac operational again (the following Sunday, then Monday):

Got really tired of seeing this visage on this screen in the past three-and-a-half weeks (five times, friends and comrades — so far)

Installed Mountain Lion (MacOS 10.8.2), foolhardily, Thursday afternoon (four days ago, as I write) — net result: couldnʼt get my iMac to fully restart afterwards… Constant, invariable hangs/freezes once the lovely new constellation desktop picture loaded.

Reinstalled said system, using the hidden Recovery partition this installation creates (and, buyers, do make sure you already know your Apple ID and Password [and LAN/Wi-Fi access code/password!!] without software assistance when installing this premature ejaculation of a product) on Friday evening after a whole night and day of forced restarts after start-up hangs, but no go on fully loading on restart, even after the four-hour download and installation. 

However, Saturday morning, inexplicably and without any changed approach on my part, when I tried another start-up, the system loaded and worked… until some programs wouldnʼt open and I decided to restart the computer… Naturally: hang city all over again…

No luck all day Sunday, either (even leaving the stalled start-up alone for hours and hours). The “consult the Apple Support Forums” option presented by the recovery partition merely takes you to standard info, no real help. Except perhaps for restoring from Time Machine and runnning Disk Utility (no problems of that kind in my case), none of the options works without internet connection (thus the need to have your LAN password ready before trying anything from the recovery partition).

Reinstalled for the third time this morning, Monday, and even before the promised three hours and 41 minutes (download and installation) had elapsed, we were up and running. Wowza.

Iʼm planning to leave my poor, abused machine continuously on for a long time today (tomorrow… into next year?) to let Spotlight index (if it actually is — estimate is back up to 20 hours, after ten hours on). And get three or twenty good Time Machine backups complete. Surviving so far without troubling Apple support by phone, although they were VERY helpful once in the distant past.

Anyone think I can afford to shut down (ever) without needing to reinstall yet again?

Hardware Overview:

  •   Model Name: iMac
  •   Model Identifier: iMac9,1
  •   Processor Name: Intel Core 2 Duo
  •   Processor Speed: 2.66 GHz
  •   Number of Processors: 1
  •   Total Number of Cores: 2
  •   L2 Cache: 6 MB
  •   Memory: 4 GB
  •   Bus Speed: 1.07 GHz
  •   Boot ROM Version: IM91.008D.B08
  •   SMC Version (system): 1.45f0

Not really recommended, based on my experience. I should have heeded all those earlier reviewers with problems!

Too harsh, thinkest thou, O Gentil Reader? Itʼs only gotten worse…

©2012 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

Entre-Acte

Technology Frustration Intermezzo

As I predicted, My Beloved had plenty in mind for our Sunday together.

First, I had purchased a ten-pound turkey* on sale at Aldi** some many months ago, and having gotten the notion to get it out repeatedly too late*** over the summer, we finally agreed to enjoy turkey (and then days of leftovers) this past weekend. (I got the turkey from the freezer and placed it in a cheapo aluminum roasting pan in our beer fridge in the basement on Monday; sometime Saturday morning, She-Who-Must declared it had thawed enough for Sunday dinner.) So we spent a god amount of time on Sunday prepping the bird, making stuffing and boiling-then-smashing some redskin potatoes**** (to be honest, almost all that work was performed by The Lovely One, her own plan; she even made gravy from the pan drippings once we removed the beautifully browned turkey from the oven for its twenty-minute delay before cutting and consumption, as I mashed the potatoes).

Second, it is autumn: the leaves are falling (and falling and falling and falling and blowing around and falling and covering the neighborhood and falling… ). So, as she cleaned up some twice-frosted outdoor plants, I got started on my second raking effort of 2012. And once again She-Who-Must insisted on joining in, even holding the ladder as I blew out the gutters (and thus getting herself buried in leaf grit and black decomposed vegetative matter, probably worse than I usually do to myself atop the ladder). Three hours outdoors in the afternoon, as I pondered the futility of our merely human efforts to dominate Ole Mother Nature*****, while she was dropping leaves almost as fast as we could rake them up (the yard needs a raking again today) even though the two largest trees were fairly bare.

Then back inside to finish preparing the meal (now about 4:30, and we determined the turkey could still use another thirty minutes). And it was wonderful!

The only burr under our (autumnally necessary) blankets was Sunday football.

$#@&%+$$%!!

Why is it that football games can not conclude at the proper time? Admittedly, I donʼt give the proverbial rodentʼs tushie about the clearly most boring sport to feature gargantuan fat guys running as little as possible and taking breaks every thirty seconds. So I donʼt understand why 60 Minutes (and for My Beloved, even more importantly The Good Wife) must always start, through the chilling weeks of the “new season,” no less than thirty minutes late every week!******

Okay, creepy-pale blue (not exactly turquoise), although their purty panties sure looked that effeminate on our TV

Fortunately, yesterday, we had only to endure thirty minutes of excess tedium as one team (in turquoise trousers, nonetheless) failed to score a single point against its purple-clad opponents*******, who had led by something like 23 to 7 right through the tedious final ever-extended, commercial-riddled fourteen minutes of “play.”

However, we watched (botched, “joined-already-in-progress,” and interrupted — thanks to Fox football) Simpsons Treehouse of Terror and then the wifeʼs weekly highlight of Chicago lawyerly shenanigans.

And then to bed. And us to an end, already over 750 words.

Probably back to Technological Frustrations (2) tomorrow… (You may want to review before the mandatory reading comprehension quiz.)

* actually 10.14 lbs.

** Actually, it was two such turkeys (The Lovely One says theres a lot of my dad in me: he used to shop at the Warehouse Market and bring home whole flats of canned goods, the deals were too good to ignore), so we still have one to go, buried in the depths of our freezer.

*** As I have been repeatedly instructed, it takes days to defrost a turkey, so, no, I donʼt get to just pull one out on Thursday or Friday for Saturday-night dinner. Thus my excessively late inspirations had to be suspended until I took the effort to truly plan ahead.

**** She wanted to have the full autumnal turkey experience this time.

***** “I rake only to rake again (and again and again… ), only to end that job for snow shoveling (again and again and… ), only to have spring rescue us from snow in order to begin to mow. And no matter what, nature wins in the end when my failing frame falters into death.”

****** And moreover, as NBC is an even worse offender, why I must miss the Sunday local weather, when the Nefarious Blubbercasting Conglomerate always runs its Sunday Night BoredomFest hours past ten oʼclock Central. Oh for the glorious (however short-lived these days) End of Season!

******* And I furthermore utterly fail to perceive whatʼs supposedly manly about this wimpʼs game… Purple and turquoise? Seriously? Americans only love our own perverted version of football because of the big (fake) point total on touchdown, pretending somehow that real football is dull (nonstop action) with only a single point per (generally well defended) goal…

©2012 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

Technological Frustration (1)

Although I noted cheerfully yesterday that my one-time problems with the Livescribe Echo smartpen (and its attendant notebooks and installable apps) had been rather readily resolved*, technology has recently raised the ugly side of its basilisk/harpy countenance in our lives in Our Town.

I simply do not know why I elected to use this particular image in connection to this post, particularly as I went to extensive pains not to mention the virus-protection software company in question…

About a month ago, evidently on or just before September 4, I realized that my lovely brideʼs Windows (HP) laptop had expired its virus protection**. So I connected to the appropriate website, forked out nearly fifty bucks for another yearʼs protection and downloaded the software package to which I was directed.

The first of many (increasingly severe) problems almost immediately raised its life-chilling glare. The download failed. Repeatedly. And then the website informed me that I had exceeded the established number of allowed downloads (five). What kind of nonsensical regulation imposed what kind kind of pinhead corporate penny-pincher imposed that obviously moronic limitation? I had tried five times and five times the download failed to finish. And now the criminal ghouls who pass themselves off as “free enterprise” in this demented nation tell me my window of opportunity has slammed shut on my shattered knuckles, wafting my half-century of cash into the nether winds of the cyberverse?

“Like hell,” I vowed, envisioning eviscerating Their corpulent and putrescent carcasses as feed for rabid, hydrocephalic vermin while the wicked perpetrators of my futile situation remained conscious and screaming in ever-escalating agony. However, the vile schemers had provided no evident course for feedback or communication with the vomitous corporate entity which was attempting to abscond with my digi-currency, so all I could do was fume and mutter. And turn off her computer, frustrated.

The next day — a Sunday, I believe — however, when I turned the machine back on, I observed an icon on the desktop for the program I had been attempting to download. Had I somehow, miraculously, succeeded without my awareness of such a moral (if not actual) victory? I didnʼt know… although a hint of a rumor of a lost memory suggested that perhaps I had downloaded the program (to which the former program we had used to use had upgraded over the past year) sometime in the late winter or early spring…

Regardless, I double-clicked the icon and promptly began the (always too extensive) installation procedure. And the program less-than-more promptly installed itself.

But when I attempted to provide our license key, the program refused my fifty-dollar complex code of numbers and letters broken into inconveniently convenient four- and five-symbol groupings. Refused and repeatedly refused to accept the carefully copied and carefully typed hieroglyphic cipher (which I did type correctly each tormented time). Instead the program informed me that it was on “trial mode” and would expire October 4.

That date, however, was a whole month, thirty huge days, in the future. Surely, I could resolve the problem, on my own or via e-mail in that duration.

Couldnʼt I?***

* that is, once the tech supporters at Livescribe focused on the correct problem; rather like doctors, tech support personnel are only as capable as our descriptions of our complaints (and their experience with similar problems) permit their diagnoses and prescriptions to be —something that blockheads (probably including me) complaining about both sorts of diagnosticians need to realize…

** (We donʼt start up her laptop very often, mostly just to delete the hundreds of junk e-mails she once let herself in for from various corporations. Janet is no fan of enduring technology or the digital universe when she doesnʼt have to: meaning at home away from work, where she is figuratively — at least I hope itʼs not literal — enslaved and enchained to her terminal.)

*** More to come, perhaps tomorrow, assuredly Monday (after all, on Sunday, my Lovely One, who despises whatever minuscule amount of time I allot to my digital devices, must have whatever of my utter devotion she requires). See you soon…

©2012 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

Comeback Attempt

I actually wrote this Wednesday evening, but then I unfortunately discovered that when I tried to place the post in WordPress, using Firefox, nothing happened (and I couldnʼt even access the HTML pane I normally use to paste what I have already typed in Scrivener and exported as HTML). And no matter what I pasted, typed or yelled, whenever I tried to save or preview my new addition, the contents (except for a title) vanished into nothingness.

On Thursday, I tried contacting the WordPress.com support team, but although my message was acknowledged as “flying through cyberspace,” nothing has resulted. And I remain unable (in Firefox) to use WordPress.

So today, just to test and see (while my visiting sister — go on, read the post and you will understand — is working on her own netbook in the living room), I thought I would investigate what might happen if I accessed my WordPress site (not the blog itself but the bloggerʼs own Dashboard site) using Google Chrome. Voilá! Here we are (fortunately I had saved both the original post and its HTML version in CopyPaste Pro).

You may now read what I wrote nearly forty-eight hours ago…

Hmmmm… better than two weeks without a post on old Wakdjunkagaʼs Blog. Not good.

The boom box in our office, showing some of the CDs that we did retain when selling our vinyl records

What was going on? Was I deeply depressed at selling all my records for a mere $263?* Not particularly. But I have been wasting days really proficiently (not the correct word choice, there) every day, and have written nearly nothing of any kind (a few thousand words smartpenned as a kind of journal/diary and the starts of two different stories). But no blog posts.

And this one wonʼt be much. I have but a few minutes to do anything, having made tomorrowʼs lunch for The Lovely One (and our breakfast as well) and just now listened to the weather report (we may be expecting frost tonight — a significantly better** chance tomorrow night). She-Who-Must is working out, and as soon as she calls to let me know sheʼs on her way home, I need to fill the birdbath, which has gone bone dry (mostly because the soft ground has left the durned thing uneven, so when I fill it, the birds only end up with about half the water they should).

My sister is arriving sometime after 7:00 for a brief visit (actually, she has a meeting in Dubuque tomorrow and worked us in as free housing and a chance to see each other before moving on to my Aunt Alaireʼs Saturday for Easter celebrations). So I am simply making myself take a brief slack of time to actually compose something to comprise a post.

This is it. (Maybe Iʼm back.)

Happy birthday, Stephen!

* (My brother David says he thinks theyʼll pull the couple dozen actually important records from the collection and sell those for a lot more than what they paid me for all of them. But as I suggested in the post previous, I had no interest in figuring out what might actually be valuable and then trying to sell those on eBay or wherever, whatever.)

** Perhaps I should say, “worse.” With spring having sprung in a major way a month early (or six weeks), we donʼt particularly want any frost. [Good Friday addition — we did get the frost and I did cover a few of our smaller plants last night.]

Today, Good Friday, this day that this post actually goes up, is also my brother Stephenʼs birthday — so “Happy Birthday” to him!!

©2012 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.