Alternate Title: In which Bulwer-Lytton smiles.
It was a dark and stormy night, which is not a promising beginning to the tale I am about to inflict upon you; thunder boomed, clouds rolled, rail fell, lightning flashed – it is this lightning, I think, that is the villain of this story, having most egregiously zapped my computer (third hand, slow, temperamental, but wondrously full of fabric designs unseen, most notably my Snowman collection for Winter 13/14) into a complete and utter death from which it could not be resurrected, not even in the mode that is safe.
Last week was supposed to be a vacation: My mother and I planned to go to our friend Abigail’s cabin in North Carolina for a few days. (Isn’t Abigail wonderful?) Two days before we were scheduled to leave, my computer died. Like I wrote above (assuming you waded through the purple prose), an electrical surge zapped it.
Well, I work from home on my computer; there was little choice but to replace it immediately. So I ordered a new one that night after the storm. Even though the computer will be paid off in installments, there is no way I could do a vacation and a computer, not in the same year. This isn’t 2005, you know.
The next morning, we discovered another reason for canceling the mini-vacation – the rain caused a mud slide in the back yard. Oy. The less said of that, the better.
This week will be better: fabric will be designed; bed scarf will be quilted; bathroom will be painted; pictures will be taken; and posts will be published. All this is, of course, assuming I can stop accidentally hitting the stinkin’ caps lock on this new keyboard. ARGHHHHH!!!11!!!1!!!