Imbolc Waning Wild Moon
“The one common experience of all humanity is the challenge of problems.” – R. Buckminster Fuller
I’ve had a lot of our common experience today. Both of my computers have gone mute. The Gateway, on which I’m writing my novel and doing art history research, I don’t mind. This one, though, on which I listen to music from Folk Alley, Skype with the grandkids and watch videos on many websites, well, I do mind.
I spent several hours today under the hood of this device, trying this, trying that. I don’t know. My main speaker doesn’t show any electricity getting to it, but I’ve checked all the connections. Frak, as they would say on Galactica. Part way Geek but not far enough. But enough about my common experience, Bucky.
We’ve had a run of weather that has not suggested much in the way of commentary for my weatherblog on the Star-Trib weatherwatcher site. High pressure has kept us stable and reasonably warm. Not a bad thing, even, perhaps, a good thing, since evaporation without rapid melting reduces the chance of flooding in the Red River Valley.
Kate has got her sewing machine humming, churning out princess regalia for the soon-to-be 4 queen in waiting of Pontiac Street. She bought 4, 4, tiara’s for Ruth today. A couple of cute outfits for the Gabester’s 2nd birthday, they’re both April babies, and a new shower head completed her longest shopping excursion since her back surgery. She’s feeling a lot better, more stamina. More sass.