sun is shining and I am managing to successfully
distract myself from both the weather and
the wait for the new computer. The weather
looks beautiful, the sunshine is warm to
sit in by the window, but it is bitterly
cold out there, the wind chill factor being
-33 when Attila left for work. We are having
yet another cold snap. He works outside all
day, so that I think of
wondering how he is making out. We have been
experiencing arctic conditions for the last
few days, although it seems the weekend will
be a bit milder.
The computer did not originally ship as promised. I received an email message, the day after the computer was originally supposed to ship,to say that there had been an "unavoidable delay". The new delivery-by date was to be March 13th. At first I was upset, but then rationalized that usually, with good companies, this meant that things were being taken care of as they should.
Sure enough, later in the day I received an additional email message letting me know that the price had fallen on some of the components I had purchased and that my price had been adjusted down to incorporate the change. Worth the wait right there!
Wondering what the savings would be, I called the Apple Store to find out. I talked to a very nice young man who, although he could not tell me the exact nature of my savings, could speed up my delivery. I received an email message last night letting me know that the computer shipped yesterday from California and should arrive by Monday afternoon. I am thrilled.
The Eight Weeks of Winter Tour de Force was overwhelmed by the purchase of this computer. We are in what would have been the fourth week of the Tour de Force, with no computer in sight.
However, the universe has a way of giving me what I need, which is most assuredly and often not what I think I want.
There are signs, signs that all is well in the part of reality that we cannot see, that which we can only feel. Attila had an evening appointment with the doctor earlier this week. It is a one-hour drive to the doctor’s office and a one-hour drive home again. As we left home that night there was the odd snowflake floating out of the sky. By the time we left the doctor’s office wet snow was falling thick and wet and heavy. We stopped to have Attila’s prescription filled, and to browse the grocery store for a few items since we were in town.
As Attila looked over the vegetables, I noticed a cart sitting in one of the aisles containing a few very sorry looking pots of tulips. On further investigation I discovered that in one small pot the tulips were in relatively good condition. The price was right, 99 cents. Although our Eight Weeks of Winter Tour de Force is officially abandoned, this small pot of white tulip blooms presented itself as an offering of hope on a miserable winter’s night. We drove home through swirling snow on a white, slippery highway, with that pot of white tulips cradled gently on my lap. White does have some redeeming qualities after all!
" Keep busy.", I tell myself, as I wait.
" Distract yourself!", Annie writes from England.
In keeping with Annie's and my own good advice, I am busy in the kitchen today. I have chickpeas soaking to use in a recipe for Falafels. I have a loaf of bread cooling on the counter. I have a batch of granola slowly baking in the crockpot. If nothing else, it certainly smells heavenly in here!
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|RECIPES :: Cast
White by any other name.
Friend of the Devil
Ramblin Jack Elliott / Bob Wier
On The Screen
The Astronaut Farmer
starring Billy Bob Thornton
By The Easy Chair
by Jane Rogers
"The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well."
Press 102.1 kPa / rising
Visibility 15 km
Wind Chill -33
Dew Point -31.4°C
Wind Speed: NW 5 km/h
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