So the laptop actually did cark it after all that – after a few too many unintended floor-laptop interfaces one of the hinges came loose, taking the screen frame with it next time I opened the lid. (EXCELLENT sound effects; still do not recommend.) I’m writing on a secondhand Mac which is theoretically more durable than the non-Macs I’ve always used and will probably only take me 47 years to master.
Meanwhile, life is crashing on with its usual disregard for ease or simplicity: last week alone I learned that both my fridge and my phone will be replaced under warranty – great news if you ignore the fact that both my fridge and my phone died in the same week, within a year of purchase – took Mum to the main hospital for our COVID jabs, fielded three cases of juvenile insomnia, and took the Skeptic to ER to be glued after he forgot you’re not supposed to try and catch knives on their way to the floor. My blog had to migrate to a new host and the cat peed on the bed, including clean laundry and the weighted blanket.
Also some genius decided that before we could do winter planting we should really replace the sides of the beds, which have leaned 45 degrees outwards forever on account of never being installed properly in the first place. All the out-of-control vines were pulled up, posts, post-holer, and concrete were purchased, holes were dug then squirrel and suddenly it’s two weeks later, the seedlings wilting in their punnets. Please nobody go in the backyard you’ll break a leg.
The chooks wouldn’t eat the new food I bought them, the back patio is still covered in crap exhumed from the garage, the government – well the funny thing is, I’ve recently found an outlet for the activist fire I’ve always had simmering, and my golly goodness I’m enjoying that, making new connections and using all my best academic and parenting skills for good. Where’s my cape?
And I did manage to buy and plant snapdragons, foxgloves, stocks, sweet peas, pansies and petunias in Mum’s backyard, to cut back her out-of-control passionfruit vine, and to supervise Mr Pixel pruning her out-of-control shrubbery. Though she’s always loved gardens she hasn’t had one for decades due to illness before the dementia; this spring at least, she will.
In between I’m trying to fill in paperwork for CraftyFish to start school – now THERE’s a post and a half waiting to be written – and wrote a very cranky three-page letter to the psychologists who I suspect have botched Mr Pixel’s testing; I’m looking for a secondhand 3D printer for him (what could POSSIBLY go wrong); I’ve started the two-page synopsis and query letter to send my MS off to the agent before deciding hmm maybe I better read it all through one more time; and I’ve started at least four blog posts, none of which appear here because see above.
Right, now I’m out of here because the kids have decided they fancy a trip to IKEA just for fun and frankly I’d rather do that than any more adulting.