The Blog With No Name

In a moment of utter madness, I registered domain names for my children the other day. I have set up email for my daughter, after vowing the Wrath of God if her password gets shared out among her classmates etc etc.

I got my new Palm in the mail a few days ago, and it seems to be working fine. I’m very happy to have my brain back. Amazon sent me a confirmation that my dead Palm had been received, then sent me a notice saying that they were refunding a certain portion of the purchase price. Their refund policy for things over 30 days is around 80% of the purchase price, and frankly for things like electronic gadgets I think that’s quite generous, given the abuse that these things suffer (who’s to say that mine didn’t die because I dropped it a lot, for example [I DID NOT DROP IT, EVER]). Their refund notice looked something like this:

276.00 original price

-5.50 shipping

-4.40 something else

211.00 refund

Now of course those numbers don’t add up, or should I say subtract down; so I wrote a reply, asking for clarification on the amount deducted per their refund policy. I truly didn’t complain, I said that I understood their refund policy wasn’t 100% of the price, I just wanted the actual number they were deducting, but by God if I didn’t get a note back saying that they were refunding the difference as well! Mystifying to me, but wow, I got a brand-new brain after 9 months, with no cost but shipping. I like that. Chalk me up as a happy Amazon customer.

My Palm T|X died the other day. I am devastated. I had to write notes to myself on, on … paper. It was unnerving. I actually printed out a paper calendar today.

I also ordered a new Palm T|X from Amazon. I believe (oh please oh please) that they will take the old one back and give me roughly 80% of its purchase price as a refund. As the price has fallen about 10% since I bought mine, I will end up being out $30 plus whatever I pay for shipping. In my saner moments I question this decision; after all, this first one didn’t even last a year, and in general reviews online were so-so on the quality of the PalmTX. But I am so hooked on the e-mail checking, the big color screen, the web surfing. I know other people who swear by their smart phones, but the screen size, oh my poor eyes. I want my new Palm and I want it NOW!

The boy did not win his race. His car won for best paint job however. He is now busily Googling(tm) for speed tips for next year’s car. I took a few photos (with the world’s oldest digital camera, sigh).

Friday was wwwwwwwwonderful. I am now eagerly looking forward to a chicks’ day out with my daughter, getting pedicure and shoe-shopping (That sentence is so weird. I’m trying to imagine saying it fifteen years ago. Much cognitive dissonance, if that is the phrase I’m looking for).

I don’t have a category for “bestest husband evar,” but I should. I get to spend tomorrow morning, and a portion of the afternoon, here, getting the Stone Bliss Package, a Christmas present from BHE when I was still relatively immobilized and wallowing in self-pity. Everyone I know is madly jealous. (But then on Saturday I’m off to the Congregational Resourcing Event, where I’m to give a computer talk, so I will probably stress over that and undo all the good work done on Friday.)

Guess I’ll just have to get another massage…

We have decided, somewhat on the spur of the moment, that we are going to Washington, D.C., for a vacation in the spring. The kidlets are rilly, rilly excited – “flying, and riding on a city bus, and THE METRO! And oh yeah, that tall pointy thing! And the White House!” and so on and so on. I have given each of them a hardbound notebook, and checked out some guidebooks, so they are busily making lists of all the things they want to see. It’s just painfully cute. I’m just worried that I’ll say the wrong thing to the wrong Homeland Security jackbooted thug, and that’ll be the last you see of me as I vanish into the gulag.

I finally slogged through this book at some point when I was lying on the couch with my foot up, back in December. “Slog” is not a good word, I suppose, but book was a little too deep for me, given that I have no comprehension whatsoever of Greek, ancient or modern. The terrifying part is that the edition I read, the 4th edition, was co-re-editedby Bart Ehrman, and appears to have been slimmed down a great deal from the other version I have, the 2nd edition. So even the “…for dummies” edition was too much for me! Oh well.

I made this recipe for rustic country bread (this isn’t exactly the recipe, but it’s the closest one I could find on the King Arthur web site) based on the demonstration I went to on Wednesday. I just took the second boule out of the oven and IT WAS CRACKING! I could HEAR IT! Woot!!!

Saw it. Billy Bob is easier on the eyes than I remember. Frankly rather a silly movie.