Monday, May 08, 2006

You said go slow...I fall behind

Ugh. No computer for almost a week now. We finally, FINALLY seem to have resolved some computeralogical shit around here (but only by hiring a $50/hour consultant who had to TAKE THE MACHINE AWAY last Tuesday to work on it at home and bring it back later).

Also, KB's fabulous brother KA rehabbed my old Titanium Powerbook (yay!) and sent it to us a few weeks ago*, but I could not for the life of me figure out how to get it hooked up to our wireless router. That was finally accomplished today, at the exact same time that the consultant finally brought back KB's computer that is now working. Finally. I'm just going to say FINALLY a few more times, because it seems like this has been an ongoing saga for, oh, I don't know, months. Finally! FINALLY!

Okay, anyway. So also last week, KB was working at a different location than his normal T-accessible hospital, and needed to take the car to get there. If I wanted to use the car during the day, I had to drive him there in the morning (a 45-minute trip one way) and then pick him up at night. So that's a minimum of three hours in the car just getting KB to work and home, and then any other driving during the day (say, to the Y for swim class) that was the whole reason I needed the car in the first place. Not to mention that KB was also moonlighting most every night last week, which, if I had the car, meant going to pick him up, driving to the moonlighting place, and then driving home again. So I'm kinda sick of the car.

Which is a bummer, because we're driving down to my mom's in Dirty Jers on Wednesday, which is a minimum five-hour car ride. KB has a fellowship interview in Philly, and my mom is about 45 minutes away, so we'll stay with her for a few days. She's all excited to see Nolan, of course. I'm hoping the drive won't be too too painful, but you never know. The last time my mom came up to see us, she made it up here in 5 hours, but the drive back home took her 8 hours. Bleah.

Plus you have to factor in the releasing-Nolan-from-the-car-seat-purgatory time, 'cause I know he's not going to be happy. He hates the car seat on ten-minute trips across town, much less a marathon. I think part of it is because he's crawling now, and he's so thrilled to be mobile, he just wants to go everywhere. When we take our swim class now, he's constantly trying to push my hands off of him, as if to say, "Let me down so I can crawl, Mom! I know if you'd just let go of me, I'd be across this pool in a flash! Just watch me!"

So I'm feeling bad because I haven't been able to read anyone's blogs or comment or anything, so I'm going to try to catch up in the next couple days before we head out.

Whew. I guess that's about it. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Thanks for reading.

*Just to give you an idea what a huge deal this was, the man is working full time and his wife is expecting TWINS at like, any second. She had a blood-pressure scare a few weeks ago, so she's confined to bed and he's taking care of her. And he STILL made time to gussy up my old Mac for me. What a guy, huh?

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