Hello from the 21st century.
I feel like I’ve just woken up from a long sleep- a Rip Van Winkle long sleep. Believe it or not, I am typing this on my very own Dell laptop. That’s the good news.
The bad news is I can’t get it to work at my house right now. I need a network key, whatever that is, to connect to the wi-fi that Nate set up a couple of years ago for me. He knows what it is of course; but he’s at work and I can’t talk to him right now.
So I’m at a local restaurant, drinking a Diet Coke and using their wi-fi til I get the problem resolved.
Nevertheless, needless to say, I’m thrilled.
Nathan is still in possession of my old Toshiba POS. I still want to put it on the train tracks and watch it smashed to smithereens. However when I mentioned it the other day, I was told that I could get in trouble for that.
Could a puny, plastic encased laptop actually hurt a train?
I don’t really think so.
Still, I don’t want to wind up with a husband named Stella, so perhaps I should rethink my plan for it’s demise. I am open to suggestions; but please keep in mind that both Doug and I have boogered up shoulders so a sledge hammer is not a option.
I thought about explosives; but don’t want the popo getting after me, so that’s probably out as well. Not to mention I really wouldn’t know where to score some anyway. But I definitely open to suggestions, so please send them on- the more creative the better. I think I’ll film it and post it on YouTube. If only PO’d owners of Toshiba laptops watch I should still get a million hits.
Seriously, Toshiba should stick to making TV’s.
But enough of my rant… onto other things.
Doug and I spent the last 5 days in Austin. We had an event in town Saturday and Sunday so we just stayed at the Ramada. Then I used a Groupon for Vintage Villas, a gorgeous boutique hotel out on Lake Travis, for the last two nights we were in town. Evelyn and I had had stayed there 1 night last summer when we’d ran away from our hubs. It was nice then; but it’s really great for couples.
There’s a huge Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, which she and I did enjoy last summer. However we used it separately, declining to share it at that juncture. I was really looking forward to sharing it with Doug. (I’d forgiven him for his lack of judgement a couple of weeks ago.) We don’t to go anywhere super nice very often.
I packed a few things to make our stay even more special. Gizmo and Daisy were at Aunt Bunny’s dog spa (Evelyn’s house) and Amanda and Nate were watching the big three.
I was on cloud nine.
Prior to getting there I’d called on two places to sell our LP pots that I’d painted. Both bought.
I had big plans for the next two days. Keep in mind Doug isn’t the most overtly romantic guy on the face of the earth. But I knew in this bucolic setting with the big tub, no dogs around or Ecofab materials stacked up to the ceiling in our bedroom to distract us and wine coolers in the mini fridge things would be different.
Here are some photos:
We had big plans and nothing was going to spoil our good time.
Or so I thought.
We stopped at a store near the hotel to lay in supplies and when Doug went to get out of the car he could barely walk. When he stood up a pain shot through his leg. He stood there not knowing if he’d be able to walk in.
I was perplexed.
(Sometimes after a couple of days of slap and tickle we can get kinda broken. Even though our driver’s licenses say we’re not young, our minds refuse to believe it; so we still act like we’re young, then may pay for it for a couple of days after with some aches and pains. But that’s OK. The huge smiles and feelings of bliss are worth it for sure.)
Anyway, at this point I hadn’t laid a hand, or anything else on him; so I had no idea what had precipitated this problem.I knew though from the description of the pain and where it was located what was wrong. He has a torn meniscus.
Dr. Michele is rarely wrong.
I watch a lot of Discovery Heath after all. Besides I had the same thing a few years ago- not surprising since I hit the ground more often than a terrible toddler throwing tantrums all the time.
But he hadn’t fallen, not since the rodeo almost a year ago anyway. But all that was irrelevant now.
He was busted; and I was bummed, for both of us.
So I gave him 4 Alleve, propped up his knee,which was now swollen, and got him as comfy as I could on the bed. I then opened a wine cooler and went to sit it in the big tub all alone and sulk. After about 20 minutes at which point I’d decided I’d reached my maximum pruniness without my skin actually sloughing off like a “floater” (thank you very much Law & Order), I was ready to get out of the tub.
Imagine my surprise then when just as I was about to get out, a naked Doug came limping like Amos McCoy into the bathroom.
For those who are too young too remember here you go:
(Just for clarification you never saw Amos naked, thank God. )
Anyway, Doug was determined to get in that big tub with me. And after some maneuvering he got in.
I was determined that we’d position his knee so that it’d be near one of the jets. Perhaps hydrotherapy would help I’d hoped. And as I was moving all around trying to get his situated just so, apparently I slid over the intake hole in the tub.
I felt like I was being violated by a giant octopus. That tub had hold of my butt and for a second I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to break free. And with Doug being all boogered up, I wasn’t about to ask him for help. I had the lights off in the room so he didn’t see the look on my face or he’d probably have tried to help.
Actually it was probably only about 10 seconds that the monster had hold of me; but it felt like much longer for sure. It really hurt.
Eventually we both got situated and stayed in the tub another 20 minutes. Of course the whole time I expected my skin to start coming off in clumps, but I never mentioned it to him not wanting to quash his efforts at romance.
I got out first and was relieved to see that my skin was staying in place. (It wasn’t where it shoulda been of course in a perfect world; but that was too much to hope for anyway after a lifetime of wildly fluctuating weights. Over the years a graph of my weight would look like an EKG strip.)
We got him re situated and I gave him a medicinal wine cooler. Usually shortly thereafter the fun and games would begin. But I knew that was not to be this night. So I put on my head nurse outfit and gave him his favorite sleeping pill.
Two minutes after the man was damn near in a coma. Between the wine, the tub, the Alleve and his absolute favorite thing in the world he was deep asleep.
I stayed up watching HBO and feeling concerned for him/sorry for myself.
(I know Amanda doesn’t ever like to think about it but we still have sex and still enjoy it.) She prefers to think we found her under a cabbage leaf.
Thank goodness the next day his leg was better, but was still not right. But if the first night was a 10, the next day was about a 6. I was happy for that. He was still limping like Amos, but not wincing every time he took a step anyway.
However, I do have more good news. I went to three more shops in Austin before we left- Prima Dora, A-Town and Wondercraft. They all carry kitschy items made by Texas artisans. I met with the owners and they all took some of my stuff.
Actually they took a lot of my stuff. I started painting more pieces last night.
Of course being consignment shops I won’t see a dime from any of them til after March 15th, but I still feel good about it; and the first nursery I sold to is ready to reorder. True it’s a small order; but over a $100, so I’m not turning up my nose at it.
So I guess that’s it for now. Sorry I haven’t been around much to visit. Having to borrow a computer sucked the big wahoo. Hopefully I can get this network key issue resolved soon and be able to post from home again and catch up with everyone.
See ya soon.