Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

I Have a Computer Again!

Not an office, of course, because that would be easy, but I have a computer!

For those who have been following the saga, the office floor is clear of tiles and debris, the sealing for the room is gone, and light once more shines through the window.

Unfortunately, the hardwood that lurks beneath is unreachable. The plywood on top has nails every three inches and shows no sign of coming up easy. This would mean a ton of work, and chances are the time to repair the floor would be astronomically annoying. So what to do?

Bought laminate which matches the laminate in the hall, and will be putting that down.

The plan was originally to get it down tonight, but by the time I got everything I needed (jigsaw, quarter round, boards to use as spacers on the wall) and started work it was 9 PM and the noise from the jigsaw would be more than enough to wake the neighbours' kids, and that's not fair to them. Dammit.

So, it looks like I'll be taking Friday off work, if I can swing it, and will be installing the laminate then. Meanwhile, we have a working computer and I...

(taking a moment to plug the speakers into the right jack)

...am listening to the Tragically Hip.

He said I'm famously rich
C'mon just lets go
She kinda bit her lip
Geez, I don't know
But I can guarantee
There'll be no knock on the door
I'm a total pro that's what I'm here for
I come from downtown
Born ready for you
Armed with will and determination
and grace, too
The secret rules of engagement
Are hard to endorse
When the appearance of conflict
Meets the appearance of force
But I can guarantee
There'll be no knock on the door
I'm a total pro
that's what I'm here for
I come from downtown
Born ready of you
Armed with skill and it's frustration
and grace, too

Tragically Hip Grace, Too lyrics


Life is good.

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Some Nights...

You just don't get anything done.

Late dinner, toddler with sore tummy, suddenly it's 10:50 and I haven't written anything yet.

Annoying, but there you go. Some nights things don't get done. Like the dishes, which really, really need doing.

Back to work. I might get a page in before 11:30 and bed time.

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