You would think that after almost a year of blogging...
I would have turned the title bar on sooner. Oh well, better late than never.

Today was pretty uneventful. Except that Lou got two large boxes of his mother's personal possessions today. They are sitting in the corner where the Christmas tree will be. I think he's afraid to look through the boxes. In his mind, I think that as long as those boxes stay closed, then he can avoid accepting that his mom is gone. I don't know how to fight that kind of logic...so I don't try. I simply told him that when he was ready to open the boxes I would be there for him. Not much else I can do.

Other than that, it was an uneventful day. I went to work, came home, ordered pizza, ate it, talked to Lou and Taylor for a bit and then sat down in front of my computer.

Oh yeah, something else happened: Lou announced that I needed a new computer...yesterday. This is not a drill.

Desdemona is almost 7 years old. When I got her, she was top of the line...now she is a relic. But she has always been a reliable relic. Til recently. Lately she keeps losing time, can't run more than two things at a time (one of those things being Windows!) and she is making this strange whirring/buzzing/spinning sound. Lou had never noticed it before, of course he hates Desdie so he steers clear of her unless I ask him to help me.

Well today Desdie was whirring/buzzing/spinning so loudly she was drowning out the tv, which in this house is a feat cuz Lou is practically deaf.

"Why is your computer making so much noise?" he asked me.

"I don't know. She's been making this noise for awhile. I told you about it before."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"No you didn't, but that is not a healthy sound. There's something wrong with it."

"Her," I corrected. In the almost seven years I have had Desdemona, he has yet to refer to her by her proper gender or name. It bugs me.

"There something wrong with HER," he responded. "Move and I'll take a look at it."

I glared at him.

He sighed "Her...I'll take a look at her. Are you satisfied?"

"Look, if you don't respect Desdie, then you don't respect me. If you don't respect me, then I don't respect you. If I don't respect you then you don't eat, clean clothes will be a distant memory and that bed is going to be pretty lonely."

"Aren't you being a bit melodramatic?"

"It all rolls downhill baby."

"Get up," and he unceremoniously kicked me out of my chair.

The dx: Desdie has a dying power supply and a failing bios. It's only a matter of time now. her A drive quit working months ago, the keyboard port is held in place with gummy stuff (the stuff you hang posters with) and the CD-ROM works only when it wants to. It's time for a new computer, but I feel like I am losing a good friend. I actually bought a new one about a year ago, but hated it so I sent it back. This time though, I'll have to keep it. Oh well, at least I know what her name will be: Dulcinea.

Okay, so that's all that happened today. Wait...no..really that's it. But wasn't that enough?
- posted by Kim @ 2:59 AM