Monday, January 28, 2008
- So, what happened exciting last week? Well, the sheep came back: this is the view from our back yard. Every winter the shepherd brings the flock to graze for a week or two in the meadow between Buchholz and Miesau. It's actually further than it looks--Camden used the zoom. And there are actually more sheep than that. Probably a hundred or so.
- I finally caved in and got a new mouse and keyboard for my computer. I needed them. The M and N had completely worn off the keyboard and a few other letters were fading away as well. But I'd have ignored that if the mouse hadn't gone wonky. Periodically when moving the mouse around, the cursor would abruptly jump to a corner of the screen--any corner--it wasn't fussy. So I'd had enough.
Now, of course, the new keyboard and mouse are giving me fits. The old mouse had a scroll button. This mouse has the dial, and you can scroll manually, but pushing it gives you a magnifying glass instead of making the page scroll automatically. The keyboard has the "home," "end," "delete," "page up," and "page down" buttons arranged differently, and I'm still not used to that. And both the keyboard and the mouse are stiffer than the old ones. *sigh*
- It was the end of the first semester, so Curran had exams, and was typically stressed and irritable. Not because he's worried about his grades--but because he's philosophically opposed to testing. Thinks it's not an accurate or effective means of determining whether he's learned the material. He's rather stubborn on the subject, which undoubtedly affects his performance. Unless he likes the class. He did great on AP European History and on AP Physics--the rest... we'll find out when report cards get here.
- Dagny had a scare with her cat Sage--she had an open, oozing sore under her chin, and so we got a bunch of panicky phone calls until she'd secured a promise from us to pay the vet bill and had taken the cat to the vet. Sage is 18 years old--pretty old for a cat, so she was imagining all sorts of things. Turned out to be just an injury that got infected, thank goodness.
- Curran and Dagny weren't the only ones stressed all week. Carl's promotion ceremony was scheduled for Friday, and he never handles being the center of attention well. He was alternately panicking that nobody would show up and that too many people would show up (we'd had the club prepare hors d'ouvres for about 50), and just generally being a bundle of nerves. Camden and I had a busy week keeping everybody from exploding. Which would have been easier if it hadn't been that time of the month. (Can somebody explain why at 47, I'm as regular as clockwork, when for 30 years I was extremely irregular? Gah.)
- Despite the nerves, the ceremony turned out very well. Carl's mom and brother were able to come, as was Willie, who's been a friend of ours for 20 years, so that was nice. He'd asked the hospital commander to promote him, and had me and his mom and the boys stand up with him. It was in ACUs, so there was no fumbling with pins, just a yanking of velcro. Mike took a bunch of pictures, but hasn't sent them yet--I'll post some if and when. I don't think I've ever shook that many people's hands... ever.
- This weekend was spent recovering from the stress: a trip to the Tierpark, one to a model train exchange, two movies, and several episodes of Dr. Who and Hitchhiker's Guide.
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