My mom is coming the day after tomorrow. She's spending a few days here in Alameda until she, Roni and I all head off to Phoenix to celebrate Lilly's first birthday on 6/6/6.
My mom actually has been saying "You don't have to go crazy cleaning everything!"
Okay, so she means it. However, this is a PERFECT
So now it's all about catching up. The worst part of the situation is dealing with all of the paper that's going away -- which wouldn't be so bad, except it looks like everyone in this building is doing pretty much the same thing this week. Great minds and all that, I guess.
Of course, it wouldn't be good enough to deal with all of this by itself -- there HAS to be some sort of curve thrown at me as I juggle the myriad bits and pieces in a cloud of asthma attack inducing dust. In this case it came in the form of the 7 year old pismo that Roni was using finally biting it.
It's hard to be too troubled by the hardware dying in itself -- after all, I had that portable for several years, and Michele had it before that. I love the Pismo's as a model of Mac Portable -- dependable, solid, and BLACK, which all portables should be. While the iBook has proven a worthy successor, I must take care to keep the glossy white plastic cleaner than most operating rooms lest the slightest speck be the mote in mine eye.
Why yes, I AM lusting over the new black Mac Book. Amazon's offering a 100 buck rebate on it, which takes car of my only objection to the model -- that is the bizarre 150 buck premium for the color. I wish I were kidding -- if you get a white model with an 80 Gb hard drive, you get the SAME specs as the black model -- for 200 bucks less.
I can grit my teeth and pay 50 extra for black. At 150 not even a dyed in the wool Mac Head such as myself could bring myself to do it. Thank goodness for Amazon.
Under the too-sad-for-words category: The cash out of my garage.com stock options more than pays for the new portable. Which is good, as I had forgotten to deposit that check. I ran into it while sorting through some papers today -- to think that only a year ago that check would have gone straight from the mail box to the nearest ATM for deposit.
It's been 5 years since I wasn't so obsessed about every penny coming in. It's an odd feeling -- debt free, my savings are finally starting to build up, even with the money going to Phoenix for Catt and Lilly. I've even started contributing to a 401k again.
I could definitely get used to this.
Strange additional stress: This is the first official two week vacation that I've had in about 10 years. No, I DON'T consider the time spent out of work the same as a vacation -- anyone who has been in a similar circumstance knows what I mean.
Anyway, I'm going to explosively decompress a bit. Tomorrow I only have to finish cleaning my bedroom, the bathroom, and take a load of