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Is this normal? (Or should I say, nhormal?)

Received, Monday, July 30, 2012 11:08 AM

Betsy,
How did everything go at Apple?
Hope all whent well.
I am here if you need any help.
All the best,
"Dave"



Follow Up on the Apple Man

I'm tempted to play this out, just to see what would happen next, but I have enough going on with the dishwasher man and the unemployment office already.  I think you guys give good advice, so I took it.  Here's how it went down:

On Thursday, July 26, 2012, at 8:20 PM, Betsy  wrote:

Thanks,
It sounds a little complicated.  I think I’ll just go to the genius bar.
Betsy

On Thursday, July 26, 2012, at 8:37 PM, "Dave" wrote:
Betsy. 
Ok. They will do the same as I.

[Except the part about meeting at a coffee shop in a city that neither of us lives in, going away, ordering parts, and then at some point in the future, you coming to my house.  Other than that, exactly the same as the Apple store.]


Look at your machine ascertain the problem and give you a price to fix it. I am here to help you in whatever you decide. A the very best. David


Sent from me

Karma and the Apple Man

I seem to have weird energy swirling around me that makes everything more complicated than it should be.   Just a quick visit back to the dishwasher, before we move on to the next problem, the computer.  After about a zillion calls, and what R. refers to as, “the homey hookup”, I found someone who will come look at the dishwasher in three weeks, and after his initial visit, he’ll see if he can schedule a repair.  I get the sense that this isn’t how it goes down for other people.   I envision that other people call someone, and it gets resolved.  Pretty quickly. 
When I hear others complain about repair people, their complaint is, “wow, that cost an arm and a leg and it only took them 20 minutes.”  I long to have that complaint.  My complaint is that it’s so hard to have a transaction where I state my problem, someone agrees to fix it, they do, I pay them, and we all move on with our reasonably happy lives.
My MacBook, which has been a great computer in so many ways, has a condition t…

Post-Apocalypse Skill Number 1: Gene Splicing

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I just learned that if you drink four cups of coffee a day, you will minimize your chances of getting prostrate cancer.  I drink more coffee and cross that off the list of things to worry about.
What remains on my list is how to begin the Ladies Abridged Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse. What’s the heirarchy of post-apocalypse needs?  So should it be water, shelter, food, medical care, in that order?  What about delivering babies?  Or should it be water, fire, earth, wind?  Do we need to review the constellations?  Would bug identification be useful?
Let’s start with water.  
Raise your hand if you don’t know where to find a lake or a stream within walking distance of your house.  If you raised your hand, you should probably either move or look at a map.  Once you find water, you'll need to purify it.  One way would be to claim this free Ferric Chloride from Craig's List.  I'm a little chicken to do that myself, being that it's in the crawl space and all, but it would…

Horoscopes: The Broken Apparatus Edition

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Aries (3/21 – 4/19)I'm having that kind of week that starts out full of promise, and then each step I take sets me farther backward.  Like what starts with a drippy kitchen faucet becomes a morning spent watching Youtube videos on how do do stuff, and what shows up as an easy step is actually impossible, and the whole thing puts me in an irritable mood.  The videos are like, "Put socks on by first unrolling the pair, and slipping them over the feet, toe first, one at a time.  Pull sock around the heel, and slide up ankle, adjust for comfort.  Put shoes on.  For specific instructions for your shoe type, click here..." I watch this, and I'm full of confidence.  And then it moves to, "... walk outside, spread your arms wide, and fly to the nearest tree, and build your nest.  The end."  Is it just me, Aries?  Anyway, this week, just call someone.  Hire people, all the people you need.  Don't watch those videos.

Taurus (4/20 – 5/20):  The problem is, Taurus…

Where's the beef?

After the main meat of the Slate podcasts that I listen to, they conclude with a section called "recommendations", or "cocktail chatter", during which they share something that they've been doing, thinking about, eating, etc.  I don't seem able to come up with any meat (still haven't snared a rabbit), so I thought I'd just skip to the recommendations.  Here goes:


1.  Sleeping in.  This is a new discovery for me.  Instead of getting up every day at 4:30, I now sometimes snooze until 6 or 7, and then lay around and read for while.  I'd highly recommend this practice.  Nap consumption is going way down.


2.  This blog, because it's smart and funny and sweet and a lot about food.  I think you will love it.  (Thanks D., for the tip!)


3.  Being FB friends with "Israel Loves Iran."  People from potentially warring countries post messages of peace to one another.  There's really no downside to clicking like, and I will confess (*second con…

Apocalypse Planning

I’ve been dodging my neighbor’s phone calls for a bit. We traded messages a few times, but I hate the phone, so I’m slow with my end of the volley.  And to be honest, it’s not just the phone, but annoyance about how she plays her half, like, I pull up after a day of chores and running around, come in for a long-imagined nap, and the phone immediately rings. I don’t answer it, which is sort of how it goes here.  Sometimes I stand there and watch it ring, and sometimes I just walk away. It’s not really call screening, as in screening out people I don’t want to talk to, but rather, there are only a few rare times when it all comes together that I answer.  
So anyway, we have a pretty distant relationship, the kind where she calls me every few years with a complaint or a nosy question. Once, she came over with a pile of evidence about this tree I had planted, and the harm it was causing her. It was weird and ironic, because I’d planted the tree from a branch that flew into the yard as so…