I tried to get it from Apple - they sent it - but I'd ordered the wrong one by mistake. No fault to Apple - they shipped it promptly.
I was rather put out, and went online to find a local store that might carry the part. Best Buy did, but not the one closest to us. We decided to make the trip, despite the time of day - rush hour in Charlotte, not the best time. We did get the part, and 2 2-gig flash drives. And, also, a discounted book that promises to explain all about the Mac operating system.
The part worked, we both now have LOTS more traveling memory, and, the book is a heavy - at least 5 pounds.
Nah, I just checked - it's ONLY 3.6 pounds. You know, I have an idea - why not sell these oversized books with a way to split them apart into 3-4 travel-sized books?
We get DISH today - I was up early, waiting for the installation man. He still hasn't come.
I pulled a muscle in my mid-back, toting stuff to the van. It seems to be handled by Naproxen well. I'm up, and moving around, but taking it easy. Not simple to do, when surrounded by boxes that need to be unpacked.
Easy does it. When I can move more, I will deal with them.
I saw an amusing video of a laughing baby - the kid was bowled over (literally) by the excitement of tearing a magazine up. It's worth the time - you can't help but enjoy his thrill.
I've been trying to view the Bin Laden appearance on video, but it's slow to load, and I'm impatient. Maybe later.
This has been around for a while, but it still makes me laugh:
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
In contrast:
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary:
Day 983 of my captivity?
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe...for now.
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