An Artists' Life

OK, the laptop isn't doing anything. It is making bad noises, but has a black screen and is sort of growling and I find it very scary. So scary I can't explain it. When did I last back up my files? It wasn't yesterday. And what about the 1,240 + photos stored in iPhoto along with about 30 movies. I am just learning to use that function and now that Baya and Esme are walking, it is so much fun to follow them and film them doing nearly anything.

But is my laptop dead? I can't even think it might be, it makes me too sick to even imagine such a thing. Way too sick. It is two years old, barely, and has been handled with care. What can be wrong, and what is that noise? And why won't it let me turn it off? What is that about? So many questions, and absolutely no answers. Poor tiny little 12" laptop.

I thought it would be perfect, in every way possible. Naturally, it is way too small, and I have to scroll things in every which way to read them. So annoying. But other than that, very wonderful, and I even bought some fun games to play on it. Well excuse me, I am the giant toddler, if you recall...

Oh, I was reading comments, and I also started laughing and thinking, aha! A good time to decide, do I allow my readers' tastes to guide me, or do I just continue to spill my guts? It's an interesting issue, isn't it? I wouldn't want to offend anyone, and so tried to write in an inoffensive manner. But apparently still managed to offend.

Well here's the compromise as I see it. Maxx has stopped 'making' in the house. Yippee! We talked it over, and he agreed to not get senile before I get strong enough to carry him. Next, seeing as how I only get pap smears about every ten years, my audience won't have many of those adventures to endure. How's that? And although I do chaff at the 'taste police' having ticketed me so soon, that particular taste police-person I trust with my life, would, could, have, and do. So therefore, the angst. The original premise with which I began my first sentence was an honest sharing of a boring life. In such a way as to bring humor and insight into my life and times to those who read it. Who might find it interesting. Dog doo, Pap smears, the daily grind and all.

Well here is the thing. I unplugged Pickles - the name of my hard drive. Nathaniel started me out on this personal friendly naming of hard drives. The iMac is named Febe, and pronounce Fee-bee. That was very sweet, since the iMac also was a very sweet gift. Well back to the laptop. I unplugged that growling little bug, with the black monitor. I came back a few hours later, and guess what? Well, I am writing this post on it, for instance.

In order not to push my luck, I will just add on the really funny picture of Poobah and Esme; she is eating 'Puffs', a mysterious toddler food which she adores. She was caught by nanas' camera with her eyes closed, savoring the yummy puff flavor, and there is simply no explanation for Poobah. I did suggest he not come forward towards the camera in future shots though! It is our funniest picture of the year.