tiny bubbles
in my glass….tiny bubbles. was that Willie Nelson or Don Ho?
The cola bubbles are for celebration. I’m finally back with my very own computer after immigrating most of my files to my new MacBookPro. My other laptop was so old I still had Classic applications on it. We have a wireless network in the house, thanks to an Apple Express router. Wow! I feel like I’ve entered a new age. I even broke down and disconnected my VCR from my tv.
I’m also perturbed because there are squirrels in the attic again. They party at all hours of the day. My mom says they’re moving furniture around up there. Maybe they’re planting incendiary devices up there to retaliate for the murder of one of their numerous companions last week by our lovely dog, Phoebe. To think I felt sorry for the her victim (it wasn’t lucky enough to meet death instantly). I thought the carpenters sealed up all the entry points when they repaired the siding on the house, but those obnoxious rodents found an opening somewhere. Guess I have no choice but to phone an exterminator. Imagine my surprise to find not a single business in the yellow pages listed between Exporters and Eye Doctors. Oh, yeah, they’re euphemistically called “pest control” nowadays.