Well, my guru called me today and said he'd
found the perfect computer for me. For those who understand those
things (I am not one of them), it's a Dell Inspiron i3647-2309BK Desktop
with an Intel Core i3-4150 processor, 8 GB DDR3 RAM, 1 TB hard drive,
Windows 8.1 64 bit, 4 2.0 USB ports, 2 3.0 USB ports.
I don't have a clue what most of that means,
but it will be much faster and store much more stuff than the one that died,
and the price was right, so I gave him the go-ahead. He'll get it set
up for me (that will probably cost more than the computer).
I have an approach-avoidance reaction to the
news that I will soon have a new computer. The learning curve gets
harder and harder, though the long time without a computer has given me
work-arounds that make the loss of what was on the old computer less
painful.
I know that the bonding process will be
exciting and frustrating. But when I've finally bonded, I suspect I
will be very happy. Oh heck, I know I'll be very happy.
I finally got out of my chair of sick today
and went to visit my mother. I hadn't seen her since our lunch on
Monday, though I had called her every day. We didn't have much to say
to each other. All she wanted to know was what I had been doing that
was exciting, and all I could tell her was that I had been sitting in a
chair with stomach cramps for 3 days. Many, many times.
I didn't stay for lunch, but I dropped off
her meds for next week and picked up her laundry.
Walt and I were going to a memorial service
at 1. It was for Uncle Herb, whom I barely knew, but he was Marta's
step-uncle and we went to the memorial to honor him and support the family.
We had been to holiday dinners that Herb attended but I don't think I ever
spoke to him--we were always in different parts of the table.
So imagine my surprise to learn that he was
an author (Herbert Hocking) who had lived for many years in Perth, Australia
and had written several books set in and around Perth and other parts of
Western Australia. Ned didn't know that either. Had someone told
me, we might have talked about Australia. Instead, I'm going to read
one of his books and see how they are.
After the memorial there was a reception
catered by the amazing Sarah Clanton, of
Stone Soup here in Davis.
It was a lovely spread but none of it looked good to me. I took a few
things, ate a couple, and gave the rest to Walt. My stomach just
wasn't in a mood to eat anything...and that is saying something for someone
who spends all of her time at things like this hanging around the buffet
table trying to sneak seconds, thirds, and fourths without anybody noticing
that the fat lady is hovering.
We had been invited to join the family for
dinner at one of my favorite local eateries,
The Buckhorn in Winters.
It's a real old fashioned meat and potatoes place, where you get huge slabs
of meat and sit under the heads of animals who gave their lives so someone
could slap them up on a wall (I hate that part, but the food is amazing).
We almost never go there unless we are with a
group, and I had been looking forward to it. But given the way my
stomach reacted to the reception food, I decided it would be a waste of
money for me to go there, so I sent Walt on with Ned and Marta and I stayed
home. Probably a good
idea. Walt brought home some of his prime rib and garlic mashed
potatoes for me and I did finish them, but it took me all evening
before I could get them down.
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