Updates

Excuse my absence, but I've been without my beloved MacBook Pro for a few days and could barely use it at all in the past two weeks.  I don't know why I didn't take it in for repair when it first became apparent something was terribly wrong, but like most humans, I was worried the geniuses would find something unfixable and I just kept hoping it would get better on its own.  I mean, who wouldn't want a new MacBook with the fancy-ass retinal display?  I know I covet the new device, but don't have an extra $2,200 just laying around right now and so deep down, I was concerned I'd be forced to make a decision about my two year old computer's issues.  It turns out, there was something wrong with the mouse--the built in trackpad--that may or may not have had something to do with a blob of ice cream that fell on it last month.  Only $90 later and it's all fixed.  Though that's a lot of money, I look at it this way...it's way less than the new model.

It's also much less than I had to pay to fix that damned LG fridge again this week.  Can you believe it?  That's the third time this 2 year old fridge has died.  The damage this go around was $190 to pay for a new fan and control panel.  Never, never, never will I buy another LG appliance.

On the human front, my husband is healing and did not need his jaw wired.  Miraculous if you ask me, but if he'd gone down to the U of D Dental Clinic, I have a feeling I'd be telling you something different right now.  He's graduated from pureed foods to a soft diet.  I think he misses his popcorn and crunchy foods, but at the rate he's healing, I'm sure those will be on the menu again, soon.

I'm still refusing more or less to be political in this spot, but as the parent of a 24 year old underemployed and otherwise (if not for the current law) uninsured son and a 22 year old disabled daughter who--without commercial insurance--would be limited with medical care choices, let me just say I'm so relieved with the Supreme Court's decision this week.

Gas prices are finally dropping, but that's not why I took that picture.  No, indeed.  If you double click on that picture, you can see Ron and Paul, the loud mouthed painters from hell who tortured me and kept me awake three years ago are advertising on that sign.  It amused me, so I snapped the picture.  Though they do good work, Ronnie talks so damned loud you can hear him blocks away.

Lastly, Sapphire Blue, please check in on your blog.  I look daily for an update from you and I'm worried you're in harm's way in that monstrous Colorado fire.  Wishing your family well if you read this.