We don’t usually park our cars on the street, but sometimes we need to because of the in/out habits of our caregivers when they take Edda out on excursions. But it’s hazardous out there on the street – we got the mirror of the old car sheared off (not completely, it’s hanging on by the wiring that motorizes the movement) and we didn’t notice, I’m sure, for a few days. Momentarily, I thought about installing it myself and I looked on youtube and learned you need to take off the door panel and I was like..nope. And then Jeremy looked at the youtube video and said, you know it takes only like 15 minutes to replace, but you need to be super careful and not break any of the plastic clips that hold the door panel in place. I’m like that car is 12 years old, there is only brittleness and no give and/or resiliency in those plastic tabs. I’m kind of weirdly hoping that they say that the color is out of stock and is a blue/black/green/orange one ok? That would be super hilarious (to me).
This is an amazing book – I loved every page of it. Over 500 pages, it just flew by. Just like not every run is amazing, not every book is amazing, but you live for those experiences where you can’t put it down or feel like an animal – you feel ALIVE! Thank you Liz Moore, for writing such a great thriller.
To everyone’s surprise, I’m actually standing at my standing desk. Look at me! I can do this for a long time. Interesting. I kind of like it. It didn’t even occur to me to stand at my standing desk when Jeremy bought it for me. Why, then, did we buy a standing desk? Well, because it’s the fashion at the moment. Maybe I’ll sit down soon.
I’ve had a wireless mouse for a while which I love the untethered-ness of it, but I had this nice mechanical wired keyboard that I got for Christmas which I also enjoyed – the little click/clacking of the keys. It’s like actually pressing a something that moves tell you – hey I’m here. But the size and wiring were driving me crazy. And though you can select the strength of the click/clack of the keyboard, I’m afraid I picked a strength that was a tad too sensitive – I really wanted to smash those keys as if I was on an IBM selectric typewriter.
So Jeremy set me up with a smaller unwired keyboard that he had lying around. It’s super tiny and I’ve had to kind of relearn how to type in this more cramped style. Especially the keyboard shortcuts which are a muscle memory and I don’t even know really what I’m pressing. Sometimes it’s annoying, learning these new things, but sometimes, I think, it’s nice to keep the brain going in this way. I dunno. As I age, keep the brittleness at bay and try to retain some resilience. Keeping that brain elastic – just in case I need to replace my own driver side mirror.
