Cleaning Windows
I reinstalled Windows on my son's machine, and we downloaded a new virus scanner - necessary because his college no longer offers free updates of the one he had before. So now he's got a lean, clean, mean machine, and he's shooting zombies noisily with his brother. It's good to know these devices serve a useful purpose.
I attached a new mouse to my husband's computer too, so now his pointer doesn't randomly skip out the window. He was finding it slightly disturbing, especially when playing five-minute chess - the mystery of the vanishing pieces resolved. It's good to know his machine serves a useful purpose too.
Meanwhile, outside the clean glass windows of our house (which I didn't clean because I don't do ladders), fall continues its approach. I cleared the leaves and pine needles from the drive this morning, but still need to clean the drain. Still, it's not raining yet.
It's been a good summer. I wish the son wasn't leaving again so soon - wish the sun would stay too.
I attached a new mouse to my husband's computer too, so now his pointer doesn't randomly skip out the window. He was finding it slightly disturbing, especially when playing five-minute chess - the mystery of the vanishing pieces resolved. It's good to know his machine serves a useful purpose too.
Meanwhile, outside the clean glass windows of our house (which I didn't clean because I don't do ladders), fall continues its approach. I cleared the leaves and pine needles from the drive this morning, but still need to clean the drain. Still, it's not raining yet.
It's been a good summer. I wish the son wasn't leaving again so soon - wish the sun would stay too.
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The high temperatures have brought many people to say they were looking forward to autumn, if not winter, and the leaves on the ground have constantly given them the impression that relief and changing seasons were on the way.
But it seems that few of us are willing to clean out the gutters and get out the rakes yet.
Malcolm
Helen
Straight From Hel
He does keep in touch with text messages. We reckon he must think they charge by the letter. Shortest message so far is a tie between "y" and "n."
"But that would be stupid," my brain always reminds me.
"Oh," I say, and leave it at that 'til the next generation of shiny new hardware comes out.
This piece was sad, but in a contemplative and not mopey kind of way--like autumn itself.
Sad or not, I always liked fall. Mosquitoes dying by the bucketful! Bwa ha ha!