Monday wasn't a good day for us. We had to have Floyd put down. Mr. L had a set back in the rebuilding of my Jeep transfer case (or as he put it, two years lost), and, overall, it was just a hard day. But it was all things that happen in the course of living. Later in the week, I once again failed at mind reading, but we survived.
My new iPad arrived, and IOS is much better at the restore to new hardware process than Mac OS X, so the new iPad is set up indistinguishably from my old iPad, except it's thinner, lighter, faster, and has an incredible screen. It even takes somewhat decent pictures. The old iPad has been restored and is ready for my sister to set it up as new to her when she receives it. I'm also sending her my 8G 2nd generation iPod nano (restored and ready to be set up as new). She has an iPhone 4S, so she can use all the 30pin connectors. She's been using the Tupperware app on her phone for her business, but she's looking forward to the larger iPad screen for that purpose, and I believe it will serve her well.
In brighter local news, the cats love their new prescription food. I brought it home and filled the towers, and I had most of them milling about and jockeying for position to eat it.
I'm still getting my butt kicked on the test site update process. I'm getting closer, but the end result is not suitable yet.
Just got a call from a "national data collection firm" conducting a survey, and the caller had the decency to ask, after her opening pitch, "May I continue?" I said, "No, thank you." She said, "Have a good day," and hung up. I appreciated that her script had her ask that, though. I should have participated on that alone, but I just prefer not to participate in those things.
Ranch and store property taxes paid. I got more type-in done on Polar Bear on the Loose. I'm struggling with the How to Write A Series lessons. Some of Holly's teachings work well for me, and some leave me wondering how I ever thought I could string sentences together in a coherent manner. Well, I can do that, but telling a credible story? Not so sure about that.
I saw a post about ADD on Facebook, glanced at it, and most of what it talked about described Mr. L. Is it possible he has ADD? Perhaps that's why he tells me he's going to do something, I plan to support him in it, and by the time it rolls around to when he's supposed to be doing it, and I begin doing what I thought would be helping him, he is mad because he's not doing that. He's doing something else. News to me. He told me something else last night. I can't even ask him what I can help him with in the morning, because an hour later, he's doing something completely different and it's like we didn't have that conversation. But why I am pushing him? He wonders why I spend my time sitting at the computer, but it's the only place I'm out of his way. He's still mad at me, but at least I can get something done.
I know what to do to declutter, but actually doing it? No so hot at that. I'm working on a few things at a time. I didn't get any Granite Hill work done this week.
The Week Ahead:
- Find something to wear for when I'm in Ada
- Prepare for the trip (bring my favorite pens)
- Work on Granite Hill
- Work on Polar Bear on the Loose type-in
- Mail the package on Monday
- Continue work on FM Test Site
- Probably more things my mind is skipping over right now. I still don't feel as if I have a handle on what I'm supposed to be doing.
2 comments:
I don't know Mr L well enough to say, but I've said he sounds like my Dad's twin separated at birth & my Dad has ADD. Take that for whatever it's worth.
Do you want to send me background info on granite hill & we can talk about it on the drive to Ada?
I'll pull something together to send you on Monday.
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