Easy Going Day

But first, this. Am I the only one who's read The Harrad Experiment?

Moving on. It was just, as the title says, an easy going day. I woke up about six -- horrors -- but managed to fall back to sleep, where I had an amusing dream. I dreamed I was Yvonne (whose link I can't get to at the moment). I mean, I was me, but I was somehow in Yvonne's body and life, and I assumed she was in mine, but I couldn't figure out what to do next. But I knew that I had two boys somewhere in the house, and I had a whole gang of friends waiting downstairs for me to get dressed and go out. I had fabulous clothes, and I couldn't decide what to wear, and I had -- let's be frank -- a great pair of bazooms on me. Anyway, one of the friends came up to see what was taking me so long, and to my surprise, it was my my-life friend The Other Chai, but when she looked at me, she saw Yvonne, who was apparently also her friend in dream-world. I kept asking her is she was really her, her name, her parents' names, and so on, and just as I was about to ask her to look up the real me and find out if it was actually Yvonne, I woke up.

I went out and got coffee, and then went out again to get wrapping paper for the FIL's gift for tomorrow as well as the Sibs', which is in two weeks, but the DVDs came in already, so I might as well wrap 'em up. Then K and I went for an 11.00 appointment at the Apple Store. They not only took us early, the guy said the computer was out of warranty (because no one told us I had to register the warranty when I bought it), but he replaced the power supply at no charge anyway because the cord was frayed and it was a fire hazard. Sweet. And I looked at the iPod Touches, and I think I will have to get that when my Palm dies. Right now, it doesn't do everything I need, like read and write Office documents or have an ebook reader, but I think it will soon. And it's very pretty and thin and looks like magic.

Then R and K and I went out for lunch, and afterwards, they went to a movie. So here's what I did all afternoon: I listened to Harry and the Hallows on the computer while I moved everything over from my Palm calendar and contacts programs into the Mac equivalents, and then I figured out how to sync the Palm with the Mac apps instead. It took two or three hours, but I was happy as a little clam, listening to Harry and doing mindless computer work. The addresses were easy; I just had to delete ones I don't really need anymore, add some categories, and make a few minor corrections. The calendar was the big deal, because the transfer created a lot of duplicate items, and I had to assign everything to a new category. I had to go back through the end of 2005, since I figure one of the reason to have a computer-based calendar is to keep a record of when you did things, or when things happened to you. (August 5, 2005: Appendectomy.) But it's all nice and tidy now, and even though I read warnings on the Palm website that the sync might not work, it went smoothly, not a single glitch.

And that's my day in not so small a nutshell. Tomorrow it's down the shore for the bitg gala. (Just kidding; it's the regular ten of us -- the ILs, the SIL, her hubs and two kids, and the four of us -- plus the FIL's sister and her husband.) Nothing fancy, just at the ILs' house.

Okay. All I still need to do is get the Sibs on the phone and get her kids' spouses' birthdays for my obsessive calendar.

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