Ladies Day Out

Took Mom up to Faddegon’s today to look around and enjoy the new plants for the season. Here it’s a little early to plant anything other than perennials. Memorial Day wasn’t holding anybody back though at the garden center. Wagons full of plants and bushes were everywhere.

Mom got a beautiful clematis and some butterfly plants and I came home with a pretty hanging basket and a pot of a deep red/black geranium that I just couldn’t resist. Must have been the color that did me in, there’s a similar color petunia in the basket.
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Two good painting days and a fun day with Mom. Great days off.

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Something Only I Knew?

If you’re like me, you often sneak off to Urban Dictionary and Google to uncover what various shorthand acronyms mean. I usually take a stab at figuring them out myself before looking. Sometimes I’m right, sometimes my guess is far off the mark.

The other day at work I said something like “don’t get snowed by that” and was met with puzzled looks and a “what does that mean?” I thought they meant what did I mean by the whole sentence but in fact they had never heard that bit of idiom. Ha! I said, usually I’m looking up those letters mixed in with tweets and posts to see what they mean – maybe you should look up ‘get snowed’!

We had a little discussion about it – snowed like “snowed in” covered with snow vs the cocaine-intoxicated-related references vs “snowed under“. I thought – wonder when that came about – surely it predates the cocaine-laden 80’s… Mainly though I was amazed that I could say something that made people wonder – what the heck does that mean???

for the record, from The Cambridge Dictionary, snowed:

snow  verb us
snow verb (DECEIVE)

[ T ] infml to deceive someone with charming, persuasive talk:
This guy is very smooth and can snow anybody.

A Little Help From…

our friends over at Applecare.

You know we recommend contacting Applecare a lot. After I did the data migration to my new computer the Mail program (granted not the most robust or satisfying thing in the Apple stable of software) would not open. Nothing.

I tried a few things, knowing I could always erase and do it from scratch but geesh. I have a lot of mail filters/rules that I would have to set up again. So, I took a shot at doing an Applecare chat.

I explained in the first chat message that I’d done a time machine migration and that mail wouldn’t open, it just hung. My second message was probably gold to the eyes on the other side of the screen: “so I created a test user and Mail opened fine there.”

The tech had me dis-enable all my mail accounts and try re-opening mail. Then after I sent him a screenshot (how’d she do that so fast, they probably wondered) of the pop up message we went ahead and imported the mail. Then went into Mail preferences and re-enabled all the accounts. I even managed to call the message viewer window the correct name!

Voila! Mail! While I was waiting for the chat to begin I looked at Photos – yup there and working, and iTunes – ditto. So now I’m good to mess around with the new computer!

mail? mail to import?

The Crazy Ones

Text of the above ad, here. Longer version below.

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Sometimes I need to revisit the original. And the original reasons. Because all the rest is just all the rest. I spent a lot of time yesterday with all the rest and today I’m putting it away.

Sunday, August Is Flying

When I got home tonight, there was still the August Postcard Poetry Fest poem to get done. Earlier today I’d responded to a post on Facebook and thought and then forgot about the line which I thought, at the time, would make a great inclusion in a poem. I was a good way down the poem when I remembered! Yeah coffee! So the poem includes the line

the red caboose of contentment.

Because who could resist that line?

At the meeting, someone pointed out an actual slide from an actual Macworld keynote… I knew where my July 2001 badge was. It hangs over my desk. At some point, I had put my old-new name on it again, but everything else is as it was, before the world changed.

Let the Lunching Begin!

#feelingvirtuous #feelingwellfed

Unknown Celebrity Sighting

Also this week:

At work there was a very tall, slender woman dressed to maximize her height and slimness and the whole effect was just a bare notch over the top. She smacked of ‘somebody’ but I certainly didn’t know who and none of my young co-workers seemed to be buzzing about her presence.

At last several teenage girls came in and were seen whispering to each other and trying not to point. Ah ha, I thought, she must actually be someone. and indeed they finally gathered up the courage to go over and tell the anonymous celebrity just how awesome they thought she was and how excited they were to meet her.

Then, like Brigadoon, all of them vanished.